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

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Page Twenty-six The Philomath The next building on the same side be- longed to Morrilly, Neal, and Johnson, Incorporated. They were brokers, too, only they were pawnbrokers. Arthur Salak had purchased Mell C. Brown ' s store and was now head of the new Edison Electrical Company. At the High School that week, Albert Rousseau was leading in a Wrigley gum chewing contest, Miss Squires judging. Bill Pope had finally changed his ad- dress to Brookline because, well, because it was much more convenient. Walter Read, once proprietor of Fitts Brothers, had gone in for professional hockey, and was now playing at the Nob- scot Garden. Sweet little Billy Robbins was in the Framingham Union Hospital recovering from high blonde pressure after his forty- ninth marriage to a blonde. All the nurses made a rush for the case, but Midge got it. These were some of the interesting facts which Bill Heffernan told me as we started for my humble abode. During our drive, the rain, which had started at the beginning, was increasing every minute. As we were nearing my driveway, the car seemed to go faster and faster. Every- thing blurred. A chill of fear made me incapable of doing anything to stop the speeding machine. Then all at once, the heavens seemed to open, and it poured so hard that everything was blotted out except myself. I awoke to find my friends of the card party dashing cold water on my face. Edward Cole, ' 31. Class Will We, the dignified and exceptionally intelligent Class of One Thousand Nine Hundred and Thirty-One, of Framing- ham High School, in the county of Mid- dlesex, and the Commonwealth of Massa- chusetts, being of extremely pensive mind, do hereby deem it necessary to make our last will and testament in order that after our forthcoming non-extem- poraneous departure our sole belongings, and those articles which the members of the Light Fingered Association found it impossible to take possession of may not become the legal property of our rightful but nevertheless unscrupulous and un- worthy heirs, the Junior Class. First: This shrewd and cautious Class, in order that no doubt may exist, leave to the said Junior Class a weighty volume of the rules, regulations, statutes, and laws of said school, with a motto inscribed on the cover, If what you are to be you are now becoming, ' God save the Common- wealth of Massachusetts. ' Second: We leave to the ninety-nine and forty-four-one-hundreths per cent pure, but mostly simple, Sophomore Class our nonchalant way of telling our parents that any mark not below D on our cards must have been a mistake. This be- queathal does not include the necessary Murads. Third: To the Boys ' Glee Club, in order to show our appreciation of their consideration of us during the spare period, we bequeath several buildings, — namely the South Boston Boiler Works, — which we have purchased with our sur- plus funds to be used for all rehearsals and so-called concerts. Fourth: To the faculty we leave an in- telligence test for said Junior and Sopho- more Classes from which the daily marks for the entire year may be derived by simple application of the theory of proba- bilities. (Note: these tests were especial- ly prepared by Feinstein and Feinstein, members of the American Undertakers ' Union. ) Fifth: We leave to Miss Hemenway a dictionary, composed of such words a s dirt, scandal, hot, fast, speakeasy and others in question of censorship, with the

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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.

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The Philomath Page Twenty-seven hope that future wisecrackers may not have their articles cut in half because of slight misunderstanding on the part of said person. Sixth: We bestow upon Mr. Barham a black eye patch in order that he may im- personate Floyd Gibbons and amuse the American History class when the dry story of the Pilgrims crossing the Dela- ware Desert into Coburnville is taken up. Seventh: To Mr. Magoon this thought- ful class leaves several of its members who found it impossible to graduate be- cause they were forced to spend a good part of their time in said Mr. Magoon ' s office on account of reasons best known to the flies on the walls of said office, if any. Eighth: To Messrs. B. Scanlon and J. Cashman we leave a special set of tools and a large quantity of extra long spikes for the purpose of quickly repairing seats dislodged by the I am strong men (?) such as Kinson, and also to them we leave our deep regret for the proposed addition, assuring them it was through no fault of ours that this extra floor space is to be added, because we shall not profit by it in any way. Ninth: To our beloved and well-mean- ing school orchestra we bequeath two new marches, first, the photographer ' s song, Smile, Darn Ya ' , Smile, second the poison pen victim ' s song Please Don ' t Talk About Us When We ' re Gone, in the hope that they will perfect these as well in the next ten years as they have the good old standby in the last ten years. Tenth: To the School Committee we leave three pounds of grass seed and sev- eral signs to be placed at advantageous points about the school grounds bearing the words. Please Do Not Cross What Is Left of Our Lawn. The signs will serve as monuments for the dead seeds. Eleventh: To Mr. Peterson we leave one chrome steel safe, to be used for lock- ing up his supply of pencils, for we feel that his argument that these pencils are absolutely no good for work other than drawing is somewhat disputed by several members of the said Light Fingered Asso- ciation. Twelfth: To the Philomath we leave a few uncollect able bills with instructions to collect the same if convenient and if not convenient to collect them anyway in the hope that no rubber checks will be received for said bills on account of the much scandal (Note, see Miss Hemen- way ' s dictionary, which would doubtless be involved). The remainder of our last will and new testament will be devoted to the be- queathal of white elephants, et cetera, ad infinitum, from individual members of our low ranking schoolmates. I, Edward Packard Ford Cole, being in the usual frame of mind, leave to my good friend Edith Wale my largest pair of shoes, in the hope that she will not have to dance with tears in her eyes due to improper footwear. I, Gretchen Wyman, being supposedly of thoughtful mind, for once, at least, do bequeath a set of twelve wire puzzles to my contemporary, Marjorie Long, in the hope that she, in entertaining her many boy friends, will make as good use of them as I have. I, Casy Blandin, being sound in body more or less, do bequeath to Charlie Hall my book on plagiarism, which I plagia- rized from one of my friends of equally high integrity. I, Richard Montgomery, leave to my incoming kid brother the sole rights for squeaking the door of room 229, common- ly known as 29, and also several other of my schemes to plague the teachers. I, Betty Button, leave my unquestioned record of talking and whispering continu- ously from 8:25 A.M. to 2:10 P.M. for the three years I have been here to any