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

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Page Twenty-jour The Philomath when about to quench my thirst, I noticed Bcmcdctto Surro as official soda-jerker. When we arrived as scheduled in Rome, everyone was planning what to do during the day on shore. I concluded the best way to see a city was to walk, so I departed. A trio of musicians playing at a corner of the Forum attracted me. I chuckled when I recognized Ettorc Venter dancing the tarantella, Arthur Napolitano singing folk songs, and Joseph Tartufi accompa- nying them on one of those long, snaky, accordions, and such sweet music! As I was returning to the ship after visiting the Colosseum, I heard a rattling and a clanging and muttered to myself, Crockwell ' s Ford. Sure enough, out of a side street fell the Model T, still draped together. In it were Harold Bacon, Roger Clapp, and Warren himself, who professed to be making a tour of Europe in the very wagon in which they were now worrying. I returned to my air liner, much pleased with Italy. The next morning I found myself in Cairo, where a half-day leave was given us. While roaming about the edges of the town, I saw Carl Gcbelein driving a long line of old camels, not a calf in a carload. Visiting the royal palace, I found Robert Burns as head usher in the Sul- tan ' s Harem. At the pyramids, I could just discern a lonely figure sitting on top of the biggest one. Resolving to find out the trouble, I climbed up to him, only to find Earl Lytell. He said he had discarded the pink toothbrush ; had used Palm-olive soap; and he was a good athlete, because he had Athlete ' s foot, but he just couldn ' t look like Harold Lloyd. At our next stop, Bombay, India, sup- plies were obtained. We acquired these with the aid of an old friend, the manager of the Bombay branch of First National Stores, Robert Haggerty. We also met there an old fortune teller, formerly the star pupil of Miss Hemenway ' s English class, Joseph Mahboub. From Bombay we continued to Kutch- ing, Borneo, which was interesting, but uncivilized. Rocco Duca and Sam Anti- noli were trying to teach the natives how to make and chew gum. However, I found good intentions there too, when I saw Everett Dunham and Herbert Coffin attempting to impersonate solemn school- masters, and trying to teach the natives how to read and write as the pupils used to do in Framingham. When we arrived at Shanghai, the next morning, there was a good deal of excitement. Upon inquiring, I learned that Mayor Robert Harrington was going to pitch the first ball in a game between a home team and one from Massachu- setts. It sounded interesting, so I se- cured a ticket. It was astonishing to see how many players I recognized. There was the most important man, Charles Lockhart (water boy), the big manly pitcher, Robert Graham, right outfield Walter Grace, and left out ? Daniel Mc- Carthy. The man standing behind the pitcher, who sometimes agreed with the runner when he called himself safe, proved to be Joseph Blandin. Then we left Shanghai for San Fran- cisco. That distance was a little longer than our previous flights, so we stopped at the airdrome in mid-Pacific. This was in charge of Francis Patruno with Brovclli in the air service — free air service. While lighting in the harbor of San Francisco, we nearly knocked over a small fishing boat in which we found John Hill and Ralph Hicks, who were earning their living as fish mongers, Hill because there was better fishing than in Farm Pond, and Hicks because he ' d rather fish than work.

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The Philomath Page Twenty-three row. He thought he had better be going, as he was supposed to be home, playing horse with Junior. After arriving at Miami and reserving a room on the airship, I began my search for amusement. Upon following a large crowd, I arrived at the playgrounds, where a circus was going on. The excite- ment attracted my attention and I bought a ticket. The first number in the main show was a group of living statues led by Herbert Brothers, beside whom was one portraying Silence, — Sam Feinstein. The strong man who raised a Pullman car window two whole inches — hitherto unaccomplished — was even more interest- ing when I found him to be George Cassidy. One other act deserved credit, the acrobats. They certainly were fairy- like, especially with agile Charles Hughes as star performer. It comforted me to notice a large, heavy net below him. After such an interesting afternoon, I chose to spend a more serious evening and attended a lecture Why Woman Should Come Second. I had a desire to be intro- duced to the speaker, but found it quite unnecessary as he was our illustrious class orator, Pete Lembo. He told me that ever since he had spoken in Miss Hemenway ' s English class on women coming second, he was thrilled by the subject. Now he was completing a tour of the United States and Canada. As the airship left for Boston the next day, I decided the best thing to do was to return to a hotel and get some sleep. The next morning I was awakened by a loud rapping at the door. With my con- sent, in came the cutest little messenger boy, oh, he was darling! Yes, girls, it was George Nichols. From him I learned that Bill Gibbons was manager of one of the best hock shops in the vicinity; and also Monsieur Dc Wolfe had become a doctor, as we expected. Yes, a horse doctor. Nichols left me a telegram, and with a hasty farewell, disappeared. The message wasn ' t for me, so I threw it away, hoping the owner would find it. As I had no belongings except those on my personage, I realized the thing I needed for my air flight was a topcoat. I soon found the desired wearing apparel. In the window of a store which bore the name Lavallee Brothers, stood James Stevens — but how dignified! Quite right, he was posing for Kuppenheimer Clothes. Don Lavallee recognized me and told me how after his beloved cousin Elden ' s Fresh Water Ice Company had been broken by Harold Dickinson ' s sale of electric refrigerators, Elden and he had come down here and started this clothing business. The overcoat having been purchased, I started for my air liner. Tempus fugit all too fast, and I arrived at my dock with only a minute to spare. There were two big airships, but which was I to take? I decided on the one at the right and said, Feet, do your duty. I made it by inches, but enough for me. I had boarded the wrong boat, and after it was well underway, I found out that it was a Round the World Cruiser; I saw the captain and at first sight, I knew everything was fine, as he happened to be Ed Riley. He assured me of comfort dur- ing the rest of the trip. Trained by a course in Framingham High, Philip Mc- Clain and Bill Fahey were the ship ' s car- penters. The next day, as I came down to break- fast, I noticed a waiter singing the Lis- terine song, Just a Gargalo, and by his harmonious voice I recognized Bud Vose. It also seemed strange when I sat down to breakfast with Robert Wilcox. Pee- Wee informed me that he was stopping in Italy, where he was going to take part in the Olympics, capture prizes, and break records in general. That afternoon,

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The Philomath Page Twenty-five When I was on shore, the first person I met was James O ' Neil, who told me he was a blacksmith. James admitted that although there was not much trade, it made him strong so all the girls might admire him. A little farther down the street was a wedding, and I thought I ' d just peek in to see how pretty it was. Really it sur- prised me. It seems that Richard Mont- gomery ' s fraternal friendship with Betty Button didn ' t turn out so fraternal. There was Richard marching gaily up to the altar with Betty under his arm, while standing near the door, in tears and dressed in black, was Betty Shaw. Miniature golf was still among sports, and as I passed one splendid eighteen-hole course laid out on somebody ' s front porch, I recognized Micky Carr, the caddy thereof. Not only was miniature golf in style, but also miniature football. I noticed one of these courses in some- body ' s driveway where Salvi Pascucci and Norman Hunter were coaching. The following afternoon we moved on to Hollywood, via Los Angeles, and as we were flying quite low, I looked through powerful glasses and could see automo- biles racing along the road below. I was watching carefully when I saw Al Polley climb out of an old Austin and start push- ing. Evidently he had learned that an Austin pushes more easily than an old Dodge. We arrived at Los Angeles on the morn- ing of the day we were to go on shore, and with Captain Riley I hired a car to drive out to Hollywood. We had only just started when we saw Roy Rcndcll sitting on his front stoop teaching his children the art of crack- ing jokes without smiling. Hollywood was a pleasant place indeed, and we learned from Edward Martell, who had risen as far as stage hand at one of the studios, that Bob W oodward had succeeded that great, dramatic actor Ben Turpin. Moreover all the girls were now admiring the successor to Buddy Rogers — Fred Winch. That night, after returning to Los Angeles, we listened to a concert given by two outstanding musicians of the day: one of the foremost opera stars, Sereno Grclotti, and the violin genius who showed Fritz Kreisler really how to play, Stanley Sleczkowski. They were both ac- companied by a well-known pianist, Clayton Leavitt. The air liner in its round-the-world- tour was to make one more stop, Boston. However, Captain Riley kindly agreed to leave me in Framingham. At the air- port, I met my old friend Bill Heffernan, now President of the Boy Scouts of Massachusetts, who offered (as I had been away so long) to show me the entire town. During the course of driving, he told me that James Flett, Nathaniel Nash, and Harold Anderson were just finishing a post-graduate course at F. H. S. In passing Wyman ' s Nurseries, I no- ticed Bud Hill clipping trees to make them look like clothes posts and mean- time, there was Gret hanging out the washing. As we went through the middle of the town, I beheld John Park, Chief of Police. Furthermore, I learned he was doing almost as well as Garrett had done. We also passed the Chevrolet sales- room, with Martin Fishman giving out new cars to every fifth customer. Coming back to the High School, I recognized Bernard Porter, who was now teaching Latin with the appreciated aid of Margaret Cameron. In front of the High School was a huge skyscraper. On the front plate glass win- dows was this inscription: William Hast- ings — Stock Broker. I knew Bill was tall, but I didn ' t know he had ever aspired to that height.