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

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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.

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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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Page Twenty -I wo The Philomath Suddenly Madame ejaculated as she spelled a large firm, Louise Merrill — Evelyn Melin and Company, manufac- turers of Airbrakes and Iron Pins. The manager was dear little Helen Mullens. She certainly needs our wishes for luck and success in managing the above firm. Nancy Nash was the first Nobscot woman admitted to the bar and had be- come one of the greatest criminal lawyers in the country (I mean the country around Xobscot). Helen Neal was still talking diets. By the way, she is the world ' s famous dieti- tian. Sometime, tune in on station Q-U-I-E-T and hear Gilda Cardini tell how to de- velop glossy, black hair. Madame Gertrude saw Sally Swett as principal of Framingham ' s new high school. She still maintained her shyness when speaking to the men teachers. Annabelle Lincoln had continued her literary work, and had mastered the art to perfection. Another picture in the crystal was that of an orange orchard in sunny Florida, where Dorothy Greene and Anna Mc- Anulty were doing a thriving business. They like oranges. Dorothy Smith was a physical instruc- tress in a girls ' school situated in the out- skirts of the city of Nobscot. Mary Nori had reformed the whole town of Coburnville and had made herself mayor, thus using her high school train- ing in Commercial Law. Helen Cavagni was private secretary to the President of the United States. Helen surely deserved such an honored position. Madame Gertrude saw no more pic- tures in her magic crystal, for the en- chantment had been broken. We had seen or heard about our lost sheep. And so, dear friends, we left the crystal gazer, well pleased for such precious and enter- taining information. Once more we jour- neyed homeward, this time happy and content. As for me — why bring that up? Nevertheless, Little Bo-Peep had found or heard about her sheep. Marguerite Ayoob, ' 31. j Boys On that memorable night I was holding a little card party, consisting of Bud Hill, Bob Woodward, the pride and joy of the Robbins ' family, and myself. Outside, the wrath of the elements themselves was at large. Thunder, lightning, wind and rain; everything showed the anger of the gods of storm. Inside by the fire, we defied the tempest itself. We played cards, listened to my dry jokes, ate, drank — punch — and were merry. But once the card playing became dull, we started to argue, and then the conversation turned to our future voca- tions. When the height of a good time was reached and everybody was joking and laughing, the storm, jealous of our merry- making, took its vengeance. Lightning! — there was a flash, an instantaneous roar, a barrel of fire, and I was hurled through the shattered window. As in Latin class, everything went blank before me, and I knew no more. When I awoke, I was resting in a green field dotted with flowers and palm trees, so I judged I must be in a Southern climate. I arose, stretched myself, and walked over to a near-by road, where I saw a bent figure plodding towards me. What a surprise! I recognized the most talkative person in our English class, Kenneth Scott, but how changed ! He told me that his hard work as radio-announcer was wearing on him. He seemed surprised when I asked the date, country, and route to Framingham, but so was I upon being informed that this was May 13, 1950; I was about a mile out of Miami; and the next airship for Boston left on the mor-