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

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THE PHILOMATH 13 Charles Lev tie. This meant I had to get busy so that I could leave almost immedi- ately. The first thing on my list was a visit to Rosemary Kelleher ' s Curly Strand hairdressing shoppe. Refreshed by a new set and a mani- cure, and having just twenty seconds to catch a bus to the airport, I outran June Trevett ' s privately owned fire engine. Pauline Lozeau, the efficient bus driver, saw me from the corner of her eye. and stopped. As I hustled down Main Street, I was confronted with a perplexing bright- ness. It was Mary Lapina, wearing some of Kay ' s finest jewelry. Farther along I met Claire Ballentine, carrying boxing gloves, tennis rackets, baseball bats and bowling pins. She was on her way to teach Elaine Hogan ' s oldest son to defend him- self against Nardo Orcianelli ' s youngest daughter ' s flirtation. I was about to cross the street when a dignified character chanted, One moment, but aren ' t you a school chum of mine? I gazed for a few seconds and discovered it was Kegina Cunningham chauffeuring Margaret Francoeur around the park. Walking still farther down, I passed by a store. There ' s nothing unusual about that, but there is in the way my olfactories were disturbed. Louis Holzman and his attractive assistant, Marguerite Brovelli, were mixing a compound which, when ap- plied to hair, would cause it to reflect in such a way as to match your wearing apparel. By mid-afternoon I was ready to leave the airport. I was assisted by the elegant stewardess, Peggy Gagen. She told me that John McCann, aided by Rita McDonald, was to pilot us to East Jallopy. At East Jallopy I asked a crier yelling Popcorn for directions to the telephone office. The popcorn seller was Priscilla Har graves. Chief operator Kathleen Knapp greeted me at the telephone office. Later on in the afternoon, operators Joan Savage and Eileen Hill joined us for sup- per. They told me much of the whereabouts of the others I was looking for. They also told me how Robert Singerle couldn ' t get over operator 01 ga Missaggia ' s demanding a nickel from him while he was testing phones on telephone wires. Many of our classmates had chosen busi- ness and commerce for careers. The fol- lowing morning I passed by Doris Len- sign ' s School of Culture. I wondered to what advantage she was putting her charms. She was teaching Joanne Maher ' s daughter how not to behave when men were present. Farther along, my itinerary brought me to the You-Name-It Hat Rack owned by Josephine Lelli. The chapeaus were de- signed by Ruth Morse. Still farther along, I gazed into the Crystal Ball under the proprietorship of Alberta Cole. She told me Jeanne Bosivorth had made a billion dollars. Jeanne had so much jewelry, so many sable and mink coats, gowns and whatnot that Elba Castelli and Clara Sta- pleton were her recording secretaries. Alberta told me that I would find some friends in the Metropolis Building and also that I ' d be taking a short trip. I hastened down to the Metropolis, where Loraine Cavatorta received me at Harold Bailey ' s office. He was a manager for Harry Conant. Harry, it seemed, could never quite decide on what girl was meant for him. He aimed to find out. Now he is the head in a modeling establishment. I walked down the hall to Harry ' s office. Yola Donati received me there. Barbara Adams looked up long enough from her typewriter to say hi. Harry showed me around the studio. His most fabulous models were Bathing-Beauty Patricia Farley, Fur Queen Barbara Marsh, Per- sonality Plus Vida Horan, and Hubba Hubba Nancy Pezza. They were being photographed by June Woodworth. Albert Cole was the proprietor of East

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12 - THE PHILOMATH my way to the station. As I passed the park, I noticed a group of people listening to a speaker standing on a soap box. Upon drawing closer, I recognized the orator as Anne Steams. She was yelling something about temperance, but I didn ' t get a chance to hear her, for just then patrolman Dom Ferrazzi and policewoman Janet Clinton came along and broke it up. Anne ' s col- league, Nancy Dyer, kept beating Dom on the back and threatening him, but he wouldn ' t listen to her, even when she said that she ' d get the best lawyer in the coun- try, Marvin Cohen. Later, on the train, I met Milton Burke, who was going on his vacation. He ' s now foreman of section 1, bench 3, assembly line 7, department 3, in building 5 at the Tele- chron. In my afternoon paper I noticed that those two mad chemists, Fred Walsh and Al Snow, had developed a new hair tonic. They were quoted as saying that their old principal, Mr. Magoon, was to be the first to try it. As the train sped through the countryside, I became aware of the passing landscape. For the last few moments we had been passing a huge fac- tory, which must have been miles long. The sign in front identified it as the Na- tional Safety Pin Works, specialists in diaper pins. Milton told me it was run by those industrial magnates, Yanosick, Chao, and Turchi. I wondered if the Cum- mins ' Zipper Plant, run by the Cummins brothers, Joe and Bob, would give them any serious competition. Just then the man in front of me turned on his portable radio. I recognized Joe Conner ' s Philharmonic Symphony Orches- tra. The announcer, Big John Whalen, remarked that Bill Williams and Merrill Young, who were playing first and second piccolo respectively, were in especially good form that day. The program was short-lived, however, for the owner of the radio suddenly began dialing for another station. For a second I heard the American Acca Pell a Choir, conducted by Warren Stivers. The dial finally settled on the pro- fessional football championship game be- tween the Chicago Bears and the Framing- ham Collegians. Joe Ferraro and Ed Korona were doing all they could for the old home town, but what could they do against the Bears ' great player, Frank Fazzari? All of a sudden the man whose radio I ' d been listening to turned around, and who was it but my old buddy, Bob Haughey. He told me that he was heading for Washington, and then I remembered that he ' d just been elected to Congress. While we were talking, he opened his leather bound brief-case (the one with the gold trim) and took out a box of Frank ' s doughnuts. Mr. Bertolino senior was re- tired and Fran was running the business now. Bob called my attention to the fact that the holes in Frank ' s doughnuts were more perfectly round than those in any others. After a while we got to talking about books and Bob asked me if I ' d read Martha Savage ' s newly published joke book, the one that has been banned in Saxonville. Suddenly the train pulled into the last station. As we left the terminal, I became aware of a large crowd off in one corner of the station. Elbowing my way through, I saw Barbara Seidman and Doris Metherall. From what I could gather, they were being mobbed by autograph hounds. Their press agent, Lucille Oliver, said that they would make their next appearance at the Totem Pole, where they would sing with Jack Carpenter ' s orchestra, his clari- net and his jumbo ice cream cones. At this point, my task being completed, I now turn the narrative over to Teresa Civitenga. The news that told me I was to aid in the distribution of the valuable discovery of Popular Science was given to me in a letter delivered by our good-natured mailman,

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14 THE PHILOMATH Jallopy ' s outstanding night club. Soft tones greeted my ears as I entered. Anita Rou- geau with her magic violin was accom- panied by Light Fingers Ruth Sturgeon at the piano under the direction of the All Girl Harmonic Orchestra leader, Nor- mand Dooley. Under his direction Marilyn Miller, Cole ' s favorite torch singer, blared, I ' ve Got a Yen for Men. Some of the gals in the chorus were Jane Murphy, Theresa Leveille, Mary Hetherton, and Jacqueline Boulter. I was now set to take my short journey. I traveled as far as Westovershoe, Ver- mont. I met conductor Anthony Tambol- lio, who gave me directions to the farm- house of Katharine Staff eld. Katharine, surrounded by small Danas and Hughies, answered the doorbell. She was surprised and glad to see me. We talked about old times. The farmers out in Vermont were not very modern so I had to use the tele- phone to call home. As I picked up the receiver, I heard various and sundry noises. It was the voices of Betty Smith and Cathe- rine Steeves. They were arguing over which one of them Roger Smith had prom- ised to marry. Catherine had a beautiful television radio. Virginia O ' Brien and Aura Lee Benner were there entertaining as The Television Team. Doris LeBlanc heard I was in Westover- shoe so she invited me to her house for supper. She served a hearty meal and for dessert I had a chocolate cream pie from the pastry shop owned by Ruth Dunham. Now that I had supped, I felt better and was ready to go back home. On the way I met Lois Mason, who told me many of her experiences which I know she would like to share with you. On looking over my list of friends I found that the majority had settled on the west coast. For my destination, which was California, Stephen Flanders loaned me his new invention — an atomic-copter (a com- bination of a P-38 and a helicopter run by atomic energy) . I landed on the roof of Carolyn Irwin ' s penthouse in the heart of Hollywood. As I reached the street, I encountered a great crowd. I soon found that the commotion was caused by the inevitable arguments of Cynthia Chandler and LaVerne Butler. No sooner had this cleared up than going around a corner, I ran smack into Connie Areno (now Cap- tain of the Hollywood Police Force), who fined me $5.00 for hitting an officer. (By the way, he finally got even with me after fifteen years.) While in the police station, I was entertained with a game of Chinese checkers by Bob Piccioli and Francis Stuc- chi (buck privates of the force). When they let me out, my next stop was at the Hash Slinger Restaurant, run by Florence Doyle. Eleanor Sarno, Dot Pow- ell and Flo Speranza were the waitresses. After I complained about a sixty cent over- charge, I was immediately taken care of by the bouncer, Thomas Malloy. Since Jimmy Robertson was the president of Metro- Goldwyn Mayer, I was provided with a pass to tour the studios, after a slight ob- jection from the treasurer, Art Hammar- lund, whose records were slightly off bal- ance. By the way, Jimmy appreciated the Popular Science most of all, since it brought back the precious memories of Mel Small ' s chem class. His interest ' wasn ' t chemistry either! The first thing that attracted my attention was the beautiful voice of Jane Mills, accompanied by the violinist of the age, Jean Marshall , singing Who Split the Atoms in Mrs. Murphy ' s Chowder, by that famed composer, Kay Sweeney. I continued strolling along leisurely when all of a sudden I found myself flat on my face on the ground. I was both angry and astonished to find that I had been tripped by a gang of kids, the off- spring of the former Mary Parkhurst, Georgianna Beaton, and Marion Davis, who were starring in Three Buddies,