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

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THE PHILOMATH 17 Glass Will We, the Class of Nineteen Hundred and Forty-seven, being of both mind and body, however unrelated the two, do hereby ordain and establish this document to be our last will and testament. In so doing, it is our expressed desire that this docu- ment be accepted as final in its entirety, that no disparagements be omitted or over- looked in any way, shape or manner, and that no clause, phrase, or word be inter- preted as laudatory. In more common par- lance, (quote) To the faculty: Here ' s where we get on and you get off (un- quote) . CLASS BEQUESTS I. To the junior class we, the seniors, proudly devise and bequeath our expert knowledge and skill, gained through years of experience, in cutting classes, writing our own excuse slips, and abstaining from homework. II. To Mr. Magoon we leave a dam (spelled D-A-M), complete with hydrau- lic pumps, el ectric turbines, et cetera, to stop the flood of tears which students will shed upon the sounding of those prophetic words, This is the last time you will hear these familiar notes — ding, dong, ding — over the PA. (P.S.— Sob, sob.) III. To Mr. Jones we leave an auto- matic pull-up and push-up counter to elim- inate the excessive amount of gold-brick- ing prevalent during calisthenics. IV. To Miss Squires we will an elec- tric-eye to open and close the door. It is hoped that with this bequest will come the end of those lethal cries from 229, Close the door, Mar-rrr-vin! V. To Mr. Vodoklys we bequeath a baby ' s rattle to keep his hands occupied while briefing the football team before a game. VI. To Miss Hobbs we leave forty bales of paper plus fourteen dozen pencils with which it is hoped she can complete her much talked-of textbook, entitled How to Be Perfect in Ten Easy Lessons ; also, the latest recording of her trig, class ' s favorite song, I Don ' t Know Why, But It Does. VII. To Miss Stanton we leave a free course in pole-vaulting plus a Happy Landings parachute with a lifetime guar- antee in case of failure to operate. VIII. To Miss Phillips we humbly be- queath a gyroscope and an automatic pilot to be installed in her automobile in the in- terests of public safety. IX. To Mr. Bush we leave the follow- ing comment to be inscribed on a plaque and hung above his desk in the office. He, who laughs, lasts! (period), otherwise entitled The Grass Is Greener on the Other Fellow. To quote his very words, Since time immemorial, men of gray mat- ter have considered this statement more fundamental than the now obsolete Law of Gravity (unquote). X. To Miss Williams we leave funds to provide her with a complete course at C.I.C. (the Camptown Institute for Clair- voyants) so that she may further increase her capacity for detecting beforehand the excuses students are to give for being dis- missed. PERSONAL BEQUESTS I. I, Joseph Tomasi, do hereby cede to Dick (the Kid) Acton, all legal tenure over my title as B.T.O. of the senior class. In so doing, I reiterate, That ' s the breaks, Dick; that ' s the breaks! II. I, Richard (Skip) Ballou, other- wise known as Dapper Dan and The Little Spoke in the Big Wheel, leave to Joe Coco my ability to sleep through classes, which has earned me yet another name, The Big Sleep.

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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.

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18 - THE PHILOMATH III. I, Peter Kastrinelis, bequeath to Bob Campion, president-elect of the Stu- dent Council, my cares, wrinkles, and gray hairs, which I obtained while attempting to steer the ship of state through very rough seas, with the hope that he can keep his head above water. IV. I, Lewis Holzman, leave to George Johnson my ability to cloud the issue in Mr. Lundberg ' s history class with disserta- tions on Newton ' s three laws of motion. V. I, Vida Horan, leave all the whis- tles and wolf calls I receive because of my oomph, red hair, and savoir faire to Beth Stanton, who is by no means lacking in the above-mentioned commodities. VI. I, Bill Williams, leave my slap- stick humor and satirical remarks to John Grasso to further exemplify the old prov- erb, The rich get richer, and the poor get poorer. VII. We, Mary Hetherton and Joe Ferraro, leave to any budding romance of the junior class our corner outside of Room 336 to prove that true love can bloom even on barren ground. VIII. I, Dave Bragg, leave to the school my new mathematics textbook to be published in the year 1950, which will con- tain the famous Bragg Theorem on how to find the coefficient of adhesion of lip- stick. IX. I, Dorothy Dershowitz, leave to Mary Ann Leveille all the corners I took along with me while speeding, plus my Sears, Roebuck license and private parking place in front of the school. X. It is only just that we end this docu- ment with a quotation from a renowned personage in the annals of our own glori- ous history. With an excerpt from the memorable oration delivered by the emi- nent Professor John (A. B.C. Dingle- hoofer) Paul at our sophomore election campaign assembly some two years ago, (quote) ... And in conclusion (un- quote), we bring this, our last will and testament, to a close. The above was recorded on the twenty- seventh day of the third month of the year nineteen hundred and forty-seven by the duly authorized class lawyer, Russell Casella. Witnessed (through no fault of their own) by: Bill Panarese, discoverer of numerical numbers, Thomas T O ' Grady, Dana (is my bow-tie straight or isn ' t it?) Balch, Martha (snake-charmer) Savage, Joanne (there ' s a corollary that states . . . ) Maher.