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

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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

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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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The Philomath Page Twenty-one who satisfied our curiosity was none other than Gertrude Bradley, who read into the future very fluently. In whom are you interested? she asked in a friendly voice. Is it about yourself? No; we answered, tell us what has become of our remaining lost sheep. For a long while she gazed into the crystal before imparting the following information. She saw an old maids ' home and seated on the back porch was Mary Stevens. Sis had millions of admirers in her day yet remained single because she could not stay true to just one. An old maids ' home was the solution to her nerve-racking problem. Next, Gertrude discovered several French schools in the great metropolis of Paris. The predominant figures in the picture were Rena Carboneau and Ida Bruce, who were visiting this well-known city in the hope of discovering a quiet way of collecting association dues for Mr. Lundberg. Margaret Cameron no longer called Ethel Johnnie, for she had fallen in love with . Margaret asked us not to mention any names. Alma Guerrieri, over seven feet in height, was parked upon a telephone pole, painting skyscrapers. Evidently, Alma was using her artistic talents as shown in early high portraits of the Wigglesham family. Another picture in the crystal was that of celebrated university of Oxford, where we discovered Eunice Peloquin and Vir- ginia McNally studying the most impor- tant question of the day, Why men leave home in Wayland. Bertha Dcvine was a preacher on How to get by in Framing- ham High School as lightly as I did. Alice Murphy was the greatest his- torian of her time. Al earned her repu- tation because of the illustrious history she had written about the Class of 1931. Christine Leavitt was her able pupil and hoped some day to be Alice ' s successor. Madame suggested that if any mem- ber of our class were ever lonesome, he should turn to Alta Hamilton, the good old auntie to all our class. How he would enjoy her kisses and caresses! Ask William Barton. Next in the crystal, Madame beheld Betty Shaw in a very puzzled state of affairs. Betty was still undecided about whom to choose — Montgomery or Rob- bins. She ought to make up her mind soon, for actions speak louder than words. Another picture was that of a beautiful home in New York City, where Mrs. Carl Crawford resided. She was formerly Doris Smith and now lived happily with her dear husband. Sometime you may have visited M.I.T. and found Doris Slamin in the chemistry laboratory, mixing substances which would enable her to grow — pardon me — - as tall as Wheeler. In the town of Framingham, center of Middlesex, state of Massachusetts, Ma- dame Gertrude saw a new high school. This magnificent building was donated by Theresa Verdelli, Barbara Williams and Kathryn Gorman. We certainly appre- ciated their kindness. Velna Sleeper and Harriettc McNeil still insisted that two could live as cheap- ly as one. Nevertheless, they meant well. Elizabeth Skinner had written a book on Why I Enjoy Movies and How to Hurt One ' s Self in Gym. Eileen Cunningham and Dorothy Flor- cyk were having a wrestling match in Nobscot Stadium. Gertrude Grossman, the referee, found it difficult to decide who was the winner and the wrestling match was declared evenly contested. Then Madame saw Annah Scribner touring Europe, merely to go new places and to see new things.