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

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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

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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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16 f - THE PHILOMATH entered the theatre. As I groped for a seat I was startled when Bruce Maxwell, now an usher, stepped out of the darkness to help me. The news flashed on the screen, showing scenes of Palm Beach with Shirley McLean, Polly Milligan, Thelma Davis and Florence DeCollibus lounging on the beach. The first feature started. It was the latest in the thin-man series starring Charlie Allen in Shadow of a Doubt. The other picture was Terra Takes a Vacation, starring Theresa Abelli. The pictures ended, and on my way out I stopped to buy a three-cent paper for five cents from T O ' Grady. Returning to my hotel room, I picked up the Daily Hurri- cane, a newspaper owned and edited by John MacKinnon. Glancing through it, I noticed that F.H.S. ' s oomph girl, Ann Wyckstrom, was a big success at the Old Richard ( Howard that used to be until Dick Lager took over) . Also on the same billing was Dulcy, alias Anna Pellegri. Both Ann and Anna were talented in singing. Reaching for a cigarette, I found that I had none. So I went down to the lobby and asked Vic Stillwell, the hotel manager, where I could obtain some. He told me from Claire Dunphy, the cigarette girl in the lounge. Entering the lounge, I met Fred Hakansson and Joe McQuade, now stars for the Bruins. After exchanging remembrances, I found that Joe had come downtown to get some more polish for his hockey trophy, when they decided to stop for a bite to eat. Also seated at another table were Alice O ' Leary, Nancy Davis. Norma Zanella. Dotty Fistetto, Jean Con- nelly and Josephine Contigiani. Their sewing circle was enjoying supper. After I had bought the cigarettes I wasn ' t very tired, so I decided I would go for a walk. As I walked, I thought how much the town had changed. I could look down the street and see John Neal ' s sport- ing goods store, Arthur Cuneen ' s photo- graphic studio, Edmund Orton ' s machine shop, Millie Dooley ' s beauty salon, Evie ' s Lunch, run by Evelyn Rediker, and Jim Brill haft and Dick Buzzell ' s candy store. Walking along, I met Mary McGrath, who is a secretary for the firm of Fred Gavigan and Ray Solari, lawyers. Starting back, I found I had walked farther than I had anticipated, so I rode back in Frank Ducey ' s taxi. I stepped out of the taxi as Chick Burr drove up in his car (that ' s what he calls it) . George Avery, Chick ' s chauffeur, jumped out and opened the door. Chick stepped out of the car, but as he did he bumped into Dick Stickney, who was carry- ing a 500-pound piece of ice. There was a discussion, and when it ended I called the ambulance, which came almost prompt- ly. (It took them only an hour and a half.) The driver and doctor, who were John MacLeod and Phil Morse, jumped out and gently threw Chick on a stretcher and away we went. We arrived at the hospital, where Lorraine Neas, the night nurse, checked the patient in. How long I sat in the waiting room I don ' t know, but it was seven copies of Esquire later when Lor- raine told me Chick was all right. All that was wrong was that a bone was pressing on his medulla oblongata due to his fall- ing on his cranium. Then I retired to my hotel room to decide on what four should obtain the money found with the copies of Popular Science. After hours of deliberation I ar- rived at my decision — the cash would go to Pete Kastrinelis, Teresa Civitenga, Lois Mason, and John Paul. And why not? We wrote the prophecy.