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

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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

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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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Page Twenty The Thilomath informed us that Vcrna Bigwood had moved to Alaska to establish a school sys- tem which would enable her to become superintendent; Verna was formerly prin- cipal of the Saxonville Junior High School, but had left the school because she couldn ' t take it with her. Her ambi- tions were now realized, and the school system was successful because of the loyal assistants to the principal, Edith Carter, and Mary Duran, her secretary. Night was drawing nigh as we left our friends and continued our explorations. Madame and I chose Hollywood as our next destination, as we thought some of my flock might have gone to that beauti- ful land of beautiful actresses and still more beautiful actors. We went to an in- formation bureau and came face to face with Edith Winters. Remember all she knew in school, practically everybody ' s history, even her own? We inquired about Dorothy Goodwin and learned she was to be John Barrymore ' s leading lady in How to Make Love. The book was written by Jennie Caplin and every inci- dent was true and related to Jennie ' s personal experiences. Dot was well suited for the role and made a lovable sweetheart, as she was an affectionate wife in our Senior Play. Edith also in- formed us that Mrs. Clayton Leavitt, for- merly Marjorie Aldrich, resided in Holly- wood with her husband and twelve chil- dren. She had named her first child Sereno. Queer, isn ' t it? Marj had en- gaged Anna Simonetta as her cook be- cause of the delicious cakes which Anna could make. Mrs. Leavitt had a wonder- ful home with a large grass plot in front. The lawn was kept neat and clean by Elizabeth Hunt. We spent the day with Marjorie and left in the evening to attend a perform- ance entitled Our Dancing Daughters. The cast consisted of Sophie Sakovicz, Florence Ryan, and Jeannette LaV alley, who exhibited all the modern steps with grace and ease. They certainly knew how to dance. The next number on the pro- gram was the demonstration of a Danish Drill by Elizabeth Hunter, which con- cluded the enjoyable exhibition. It was very late when we left the theatre, so Madame and I went to Hotel Breault, owned and operated by Lea Hubert. Lea received her rent on time, just as she had collected her dues in the Commercial Club. Madame and I arose early the next morning so that we might visit Holly- wood ' s fashion centers. We found an elaborate gown shop called The Alice Mae. We entered and there stood Alice Crawjord, smiling sweetly at us. Alice always did like clothes and she now de- signed the dresses which she sold. Al was overjoyed at seeing us, and told Madame and me that Natalie Gilmore was her model. Nat was the type suited for just that position. After conversing a while with our long- lost friends, we left The Alice Mae and journeyed to the arid waste lands of southeastern New Mexico. We encoun- tered Louise Garrahan looking for a Buck in the lonely desert. She seemed very angry, for her guide, Mary Gormley, had led her astray into that miserable land merely to search for Buck. In the mean- time, we bade Louise farewell and walked on. Madame and I encountered Mary on the Santa Fe trail, fighting with an indi- vidual who loked familiar. Yes, it was Helen Fricl. Mary had become irritated over some witticism Helen had made (per usual ) and was pinching both her ears (served her right). We separated the two and scolded them for acting like children. Once again we resumed our journey. Madame suggested we visit a crystal gazer to find out about our remaining sheep and their whereabouts. I thought the suggestion rather wise. The person