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

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12 THE PHILOMATH old Ford going. It seems that Donald Beaton and John Banda had made a sub- stitute for gasoline out of Evening in Paris perfume and some home-made wine from Albert Simonetta ' s wine cellar. I also learned that the password into this sanc- tuary is three knocks and the chorus of Show Me the Way to Go Home. I soon left this crowd, for my yearning to wander kept me in no one place too long. As I walked back to my train, I heard the clang-clang of the trolley. I glanced up and there were driver Barbara Mc- Grath and conductor Therese Healy, look- ing on while Muriel Norton sang the Trolley Song. Shirley McKenzie was selling cotton to Eleanor MacDonald and Dora Moccia, two unfortunates who hadn ' t ear muffs. I decided it would be safer to walk. I kept on with my travels until I heard a hoarse cry, Draw two. It was James Murphy, owner of the You ' ve Gotta Have Two Bits to Enter Cafe, drinking his profits for the day. Since you had to be rolling in money to enter this tavern, I decided I wasn ' t very thirsty. Coming into the center of this flourishing city, I dropped into the park to rest my aching back and read the Daily Blow, edited by Alden Seltzer and Herbert Raphael, but the park bench was occupied by Walter Haynes and Phyllis Jost, who didn ' t even see me. Consequently, I hastened back to the crossing and to my open air compart- ment at the bottom of the hog car. I noticed that the railroad crew was busy righting a freight car that had been de- railed. It seems that Tom Donnelly, crew boss, had just finished laying some new track after having read a book called The Air Trains of the Future. Tom was try- ing to bring the future here by running the track up a banking. There was no harm done, for Tom ' s crew, which consisted of Malcolm Fcldman, Robert Flayderman, Joseph Palladino and Lorraine Zeller, soon cleared the wreck. I heard later that Lor- raine did most of the work. Along the Framingham-Ashland track was a bill- board which advertised the Patsy Diana racetrack, featuring Pat ' s world-famous horses. The billboard was one of Ralph Wardrop ' s, who is the famous artist, with billboards scattered all over the country. From my coach I could also see the road leading to Ashland. There was Marjoric Parker, bumming her way to the big city. Up on the hill on my left was a large sign. I quote, ' You are now leaving the United States and entering Tripoli, ' Silvio Mer- corelli, Puppet Governor. Passports must be shown to the General of the Province, Scrgi Grandoni. I learned later the rea- son it was so hard to gain entrance. Yep, Irene Vitali and Eleanor Nei were the Royal Treasure. Looking to the right, I saw a large gunboat of the Tripoli navy manned by Arthur Walker, who had re- cently been discharged from the service with a rating of seaman second class. He had reached the pension age after twenty years of faithful service. Bud holds the order of the Purple Heart for wounds re- ceived while shaving in action and the Bronze Medal for being able to polish the whole starboard side of the destroyer be- fore lunch. The boat was shelling a canoe filled with Camp Fire Girls. I noticed Clara Woodin, Beverly Stowell and Bar- bara Long among the girls taking an unex- pected swim. Continuing on my way, I reached the city of Holliston. There I left my better half (the boys) in rather a hurry when railroad dicks Beverly Granville and Arlenc Pollard came along with their large billy sticks. The whole town had gone haywire after the World War and had elected all women officials. Albina Panc- rella and Dorothy Pestana were the local dog-catchers, chasing after Beatrice O ' Lcary ' s pet wolf dog that had been frightening all the Holliston men. Most of the men had left the town, anyway, after the ladies moved into office. William

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THE PHILOMATH 4 11 tively, at the wedding of John Del Prete and Vera Buchner. Del and wife now live in Saxonville in a log cabin built by Nello Conti, out of the logs left by the Indians. ( Joke, joke! ) The stork had visited them not once, not twice, not three times, but BINGO ! four times. Del always did believe in mass production. Five hours later we landed in San Fran- cisco Bay, where I saw Roger Mullen, Thomas Murphy, Gene Oliva, Ray Le- veille, and Richard, Look at My Mus- cles Cassidy, trying to lift a gas hose to refuel the plane. Upon inquiry I learned that the motors to the plane were designed, manufactured, and assembled by James J. Ducey, Jr., and Company. Walking through Piccadilly Park I sighted a familiar stride coming toward me. Sure enough, it was Herb West, who is making the Navy his lifelong profession. I gathered from the apprentice seaman, junior grade stripes on his sleeve that ad- vancements are slow. He explained that he was married to Janey Waters, but un- like the Del Pretes, there were no little Wests. I spent the rest of the day and that night at his home, where I found Lucille Tuttle, his maid, working very hard. From them I learned that Vivian Zeller was now a model for Bob Watton, who owns the largest ladies ' undies company in the world. (Nice going, Bob! ) The next day in San Francisco I visited, through a knothole, a baseball game, in which I saw Big Ed Higgins, bat boy for the San Diego Sadies, fighting with Tony Bianchino, bat boy for the Detroit Daisies, over who could hit the farthest ball. Big Ed won with an infield fly over the backstop. Just then I felt a firm hand on my shoulder and as I turned around, I saw a figure in a blue uniform. There stood Richard Anderson, now a policeman of the San Francisco police force. The beds in the prison cells in California are really comfortable. Occupying the next cell were Cliff Whitehousc and John Houdini True, whose motto is A hairpin will open anything. So he found out when he picked the safe of Jacques Fauteaux, only to find Jacques inside with his cool $99.99. Therefore, he gave him a penny that had just been manufactured in Tony Cardi ' s wine cellar. Before too long I was released. Passing through Nebraska on my way East, I saw George Griffith, now a plumb- er, repairing a water main on Leaky Lane. He informed me that Charles Bryant owned a haberdashery store and that his secretary was Rachael Labazio. The last thing I saw on my journey was Dot, Watch Your Whistle or I Won ' t Wig- gle, Cantall, dancing to the Hindu music of Richard Scanlon, which was being played on a flute made by Mario DiCicco. What did you see of interest on your journey, Bob? Yes, Killer, I also have seen many of our classmates of ' 45. Just a month ago I was traveling on a fast-moving, fifty-car freight train when we suddenly came to a stop. Looking up from my lower, I found myself at the Framingham crossing. There was Fire Chief Steve Durkce arguing with engineer Perry Cacciola about which w ould move first, the fire engine or the freight train. While this was going on, I noticed that the cause of it all was Amelia Falconi ' s five and dime store, which was on fire. The matter was settled when Police Chief Malcolm Flood decided to split the train in half. Since my train was to be delayed a few hours, I decided to give the old home town the once over. The first news that came to my attention was that James Burke had just been elected Mayor of Saxonville for the fourth term. He had defeated Louis Axtman by five votes. His first act as mayor was to move the High School to Sax or else to move Sax to the High School. Down the road a way there seemed to be another fire, but as I came closer I saw Raymond Bratica trying in vain to get his

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THE PHILOMATH -4 13 Pinchook and Ernest Tullio, a couple of traveling salesmen passing through, were practically mobbed when Jenny La Pcnta, Luanne King and Julia Martin spied them. The O.P.A. chairman, Elsie Bianchctti, has put a limit on all available men. Each single girl is given two meat points a week. But Muffey Gucrra and Eleanor Fantoni seem to have found a black mar- ket, controlled by Richard Giaccomuzzi and Robert Carlson. What a business! Of course, there were many girls, like Anna Abclli and Carmen Chao, who roped off their men before the rationing had taken place. They are considered hoarders by all the other girls. I decided I musn ' t stay any longer and Ann Stafjeld and Florence Woodman, two S.S. women, helped me make my decision. I bummed a ride in an old 1945 Cadillac, driven by William Hobin, a factory owner who specialized in using lima beans com- mercially. He first started to make rubber out of them, but his scientists, Wanda Tredicucci and Nancy Tomasi, had found a receipt for making toll-house cookies. He offered me a few and dropped me off. I threw them away and broke Irene War- ren ' s (Please No Squeeza Da Banana) fruit store window. I was given ten days by Judge Alice Machado. I was thrown into a cell with two lady hoboes, Jean Clin- ton and Ellen Walsh, who had landed in jail when they chased a cop and found later he was a she. Why look, Killer, speaking of the ' Bums, isn ' t that they jumping off that freight train? Well, my travels took me all over Amer- ica. Here ' s the tale of my wanderings. After graduating from dear old F. H. S., I enlisted in the Marines, received my training at the University of N. U. T. (Numerous Useful Techniques), was sta- tioned at Leatherneck as secretary to Col. Quentin Sewcll and was courtmartialed for being A.W.O.L. As a result I was placed in Running Water, a prison for erring Marines. Here I met Helen Slug- ger, Devine, and Barbara, I Love My Al, but, oh, You Kid, Luby. They told me that they had heard Betty Mahoney speak on How to Acquire a Slim Figure. Her principal exercise for losing weight was turning the head from left to right slowly when a second helping was offered. Joyce Campion was walking back and forth on the stage, demonstrating the result of this process. Dr. John, Arf , Henderson told Nancy Clements she had acute pleurisy — ■ she gave him a disgusted look and told him flattery would get him nowhere. They also told me that Priscilla Turner was Presi- dent at U Demon U, where Mary Mc- Grath taught typing and shorthand; Rus- sell Cort was gas man in Utopia. He went to Greeley ' s home, and when Terry Cowles Greeley came to the door he said he under- stood there was something in her house that wouldn ' t work. Terry said, Yes, Dick is upstairs. It seems that Dick left the Navy because he was subject to le mal de mer (seasickness). When my sentence at the Ma rine prison was finished, I hopped a freight to New York, resolving never more to work. To my surprise I saw Virginia Lowe and Barbara Leslie farther back in the same freight I had chosen. They were on their way to star in John DeGregory ' s and Si J, Gee, the Third one in on the Left Is Aw- ful Cute, Lebewohl ' s show, Bloomer Girls. Billy Feehcly and Jeanne Cross were being widely publicized for their very- odd duet; Billy is to play the banjo, while Jeanne executes an unusual ballet step. They said that John My Ideal Is Benny Brita was to play Love in Bloom exactly as did his idol. Having reached New York, we disem- barked from our luxurious freight car compartments, bade each other a fond adieu and went our separate ways. As I meandered down Fifth Avenue, I saw a huge red and green sign bearing the words, (Continued on page 15)