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

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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,

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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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THE PHILOMATH -4 15 written, produced and directed by Charlie Pantie. Before I had quite recovered, Keteria Corvea came running toward me with her assistant, Jean Taylor, carrying a first aid kit; casualties are their specialties. They informed me that Mary McLellan was married and a model housewife. I also learned that Marjorie Thomas was dating a different boy every night and that Dick. Murphy was taking up this practice. He had a regular schedule posted for dates: Monday, Jean Flynn; Tuesday, Betty Mit- chell; Wednesday, Louise Beaton; Thurs- day, Margarite Loonier; Friday from 7:45 to 11:50, Rose Simonetta and from 11:59 to 2:40 p.m., Margery Preservati; Satur- day, Pauline Mai oof ; and Sunday was used for recuperating. These girls were consid- ered the Big Six of Hollywood Society. Having had my fill of movieland, I con- tinued to San Francisco to the Franklin Primary School, of which Dot Randall was the principal. While talking, we heard a great commotion in the corridor and whom did we see but Rosanna Bertolino chasing her first grade pupil, Bob Piacen- tini. Jr., down the hall. (Takes after his father, doesn ' t he?) A few minutes later, Beverly Savage came into the office. She was taking a refresher course in the sixth grade arithmetic taught by Edie Pennucci. It was now four p.m. and I decided to find a hotel to stay in overnight. I was directed by Betty Frazer, who was drawing cartoons on a street corner, to the South- ern Gal hotel, managed by June Galli- more and owned by Charlene Tuck. The bellboys, or rather girls, Audrey Morris and Alb ' ma Band a, took my luggage and made me quite comfortable. Doris Scott, in her neat green and red uniform, took me up in the elevator to the fourteenth floor, where my room was located. I ate my supper, made by Rita Dan gel o. the head chef at the hotel. The floor show consisted of a duet by Penny Shoup and Edith Tambollio on the piano and bass fiddle; the guest of the show was the comedian Edith Speigel, who put on a three-act play by herself. After supper, I met Connie Norton, who invited me to a party at Raphaella Palladino ' s apartment. (The two inseparable pals are both ace newspaper reporters.) I gratefully accepted the invitation and met Esther Zanella and Olive Ralston, who were there with their friends. We were enjoying ourselves and singing to our hearts ' content when Joyce MacDougall and Josie Maselli (from the neighboring apartment) came barging in to inform us that we were disturbing their families. Ah, me! It certainly is a woman ' s world. Hold your seats everyone. Here comes the prophet of the age, Jackie Paul. As I wandered into the Civic League and took my seat among the spectators, I saw Vivian Dahlroth, Phyllis Knutson, and Edith Shau ghnessy (now Mrs. Sebastian) , watching a game. On the floor playing basketball were Buck Sebastian, Ray Savi, Art Zinck and Joe Tomasi. They were playing for a team called the Framing- ham Screebers. During the half time the Framingham Girls ' Professional Basketball Team took the floor. Among its players were the former stars of F.H.S.: Kay Gormley, Frannie Sanders, Dotty Dersho- witz, Dotty Robelen, Doris Zimmerman, Geraldine Clark. Much to my surprise I found Howie Nicker son was coach and Fran Gavin scorekeeper. After the games were over, I headed for the St. George Theatre. On the way I stopped at Tom Connors ' drug store for a coke. Leaving, I noticed a large poster in front of the Memorial Building, VOTE SQUARE DEAL, Sam Wallis FOR SE- LECTMAN. Continuing my walk, I noticed Ed Omiccioli ' s fish market. Finally I arrived at the theatre. I stepped up for my ticket and was surprised by a cheerful hi from Marguerite Wood, working as a ticket girl. Receiving my change, I next