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

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THE PHILOMATH -4 13 Hoping ro find out what this event was, I turned on the radio in time to get the last part of a news flash which was as follows : Police Chief josephhie TaviboUio has just found an unidentified man in the Sud- bury River with a block of cement fastened to his legs. His arms were broken in three places and his head had been twisted so that he was looking backwards. Foul play is suspected. Making use of my two-way radio, I called the police station, but I could hardly believe my ears when I was told the news that had amazed the world. After ten years, Vtnny Pearl was at last graduating! I landed my rocket ship and ran to Bill Abloudi ' s house to tell him the news. When I revived him, I found that he also had something to tell me. William George. After meeting Bill George, I went into Al ' s Heavenly Emporium, which boasted sixteen barbers, and a girl for every chair. No sooner had I stepped through the door, than Al Collotta grabbed me by the arm and threw me into a chair. Between cuts from his chipped razor and jabs from the manicure girl, who was Priscilla Gahm, I learned something of my old classmates. It seems that Loias Ferri, Dick Goldrick, and Big Ed Balboni had control of all the barrooms and bookie shops on HoUis and Waverly Streets, and were slowly squeezing the competition out of Saxonville. Their biggest establishment, The Roundup, advertised as positively the last week of Carolyn Coyne, the Queen of Burlesque. Frank (This-gun-for-hire) Mangini, was their trigger-man in charge of collecting debts, and throwing bombs. I also learned that Joe Tost} had a super deluxe, self- service gas station. Customers get their own supplies, and girls on roller skates collect sales. Heading the list of roving collectors were Theresa Franchi, Mary Ann Leveille, Gorda Loonier, and Louise Pellegrini. When Al ran out of gossip, I picked up a paper and almost dropped as I read that Betty Maeder ' s campaign to annex HoUis- ton to Framingham was successful, and that Gloria Speigel, Framingham ' s Mayor, was sending two representatives, Peter Botazzi and Allen Morini, to investigate possibilities. I noticed that Frank Grange, America ' s foremost pianist, was now ap- pearing at the Met. Finally having been shaved, manicured, and clipped for a buck, I stepped out into the bustling street and saw Frances McCarthy, Commander of the Police- woman ' s Department, giving Dorothy Ber- tolino a ticket for going too fast in her doughnut truck. I started to walk across the street when someone pulled me back just in time to see Kay Lavin, of the Lavin Truck Co., drive over the spot where I had been standing. I thanked my rescuer, Billy Allen. Talking to Billy, I learned that he and Will Rousseau were operating a pool-parlor with an opium room in the back. Also, that Hanson was burning up both leagues in baseball, with fifty home runs and a batting average of .427, and ]oe Coco was the nation ' s highest money-making jockey. After talking with Billy for a while, I started to walk by the park and saw Rita Johnson, Geraldine Hunter, Margaret Curley, and Phyllis Chipman standing in a crowd. I investigated and found that Dick Condon was standing on a soap box, tell- ing in long drawn-out words why we should vote for Joan Daniels as Framing- ham ' s representative to Congress. How- ever, Jimmy Gavin and Phil Dyer, mem- bers of the efficient police force, came along, and dispersed the crowd. Strolling farther up the street, I saw Richy Macrelli, struggling young engineer, supervising a group of men, some of whom I recognized as Leon Marsh, Henry Norton, and Tom

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12 THE PHILOMflTH three quick knocks and two slow ones, the door opened and the man slipped two dol- lars to D ck, saying, Joe sent me. Here was the answer to my question of how he could afford those glamorous waitresses. While waiting for my dinner to be served, I put a nickel in the juke box and listened to the melodious strains of Slap Her Down Again, Paw, sung by John Zanella, the ragtime cowboy, accompanied by that famous pianist from Carnegie Hall, ]ob)! Eresian and his geometrically ar- ranged orchestra. Just as I finished my meal, in walked Lennie Drew and R cjy Sti cchi, those two brilliant students who had just graduated from the Sam Houston Institute of Technology. Lennie told me that he and Rudy had just invented a pair of galvanized galoshes, which are guaran- teed to protect you from being struck down by lightning. I also learned from him that Betty Barclay and William Reardon, both former mayors of Saxonville who had been exiled to Mars when the Roundheads took over, were now working as ushers in Louis Piga ' s Tripoli Tambourine Theatre and that night besides the regular show featur- ing those Sirens of Song and Dance, Ruth Shaiighiiessy, Shirley Potter, Irene McPhee, and jiiue McAnulty, they would have as guests those two hockey stars, Todi Madden and Lloyd Nolan, who would tell how they, single-handed, had won the championship for the Mugging Mudturtles of Mars. After much discussion, I finally per- suaded the boys to go to the basketball game between Athens High, coached by Spero Melegos. and Natick High. Spero had had offers from almost every big high school on Earth, but unfortunately he wanted to coach a team that was out of this world. Incidentally his team ' s won and lost record was ninety-two and two, being beaten twice by F.H.S. joh)i Moore, the assistant coach, later informed me that Spero had used fourth-string subs in those games because he couldn ' t bear to see his old alma mater lose. ' We waddled up to the box office on our knees, but unfortunately the sharp eyes of ticket seller Jinie Chap pel I spotted my Jerry Colonna moustache and we had to buy adult tickets, which we gave to col- lector Mary Malloy. Since there were a few minutes to spare before referee Bob Foley blew the whistle starting the game, we blended in with the crowd, watching Shirley Bligh give a punching bag demon- stration. She claimed that Brown and Horton ' s was the only store that sold a bag which punched back when you hit it. Tired of seeing Shirley beaten up by the punching bag, we went to our seats. Soon all the celebrities began appearing. First Nardi hi Brunetta, the opera star of Duffy ' s Tavern, came in with Phil, and a few min- utes later Katherine Rousseau, the actress, fresh from her success in The Iceman Had Red Hair, came in with Howie. I heard a long-drawn whistle, and turning around, I saw Powers ' model Rosalie Tre- deau saunter in leading Eddie on a leash. The press was also represented by Gloria Wagstaff, the editor of The Inmates ' Waller, formerly The Student Crier, and her side-kick photographer, Harriet W ard . They were interviewing that lum- ber mill tycoon, Catherine Tira ani. and it was a work of art the way they did it. As Gloria asked questions, Ada G random took Catherine ' s replies down in short- hand and passed the sheet to typist T helm a Whiting, who after typing it, sent it im- mediately to the composing room by car- rier pigeon. All this time Harriet had been snapping pictures. Just then usher Merle Goldman gently tapped me on the shoulder with a baseball bat and informed me that a message had come from Earth saying that an event of great importance was about to happen and that I should leave immediately. I rushed to my rocket ship and took off.

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14 - THE PHILOMATH Regan. They were completing the work of the new underpass, which takes traffic under the railroad tracks. Just then, the new, non-stop Super Chief, with Frank Falcon , head engineer, whizzed through town. Farther up Concord Street, I looked in the window of a woman ' s beauty salon, and saw Charley Walker, famous hair stylist, giving Janet Quinn one of his famous creations, while Barbara White, Lucy Fiona, and Dorothy Kelley looked on in amazement. Up the street, ]oe Shay, dynamic criminal lawyer and his famous adversary, Robert (Haven ' t-lost-a-case-yet) Zinck, Framingham ' s District Attorney, were coming out of the court house. Just about then, I got tired of walking around and headed for the nearest theatre. The Bijou, owned by Allen Cronin, was closest, so I bought my ticket from Marjo- rie Carter, the smiling ticket girl, and en- tered. While groping for a seat, I received a kick in the shins and was just about to roll off a list of words stored up in the back of my mind for just this kind of occasion, when Nancy Buck came along with her flashlight and found me a seat. In the newsreel Barbara Valliere was crowned Queen of the Lady Wrestlers. Barbara ' s advice to young hopefuls is, Patience, fortitude, and the will to get ahead, plus a neck-breaking half-Nelson, will make any girl a queen. There was also a short subject entitled, Life on the Riviera. In it I saw Marie Bastien and Barbara Hil- dreth lying on the beach, soaking up the French sun. The main picture was The Life of Marjorie Main, starring Framing- ham ' s own Marguerite Hayes. Coming out of the show, I stepped into the new Wellworth, which had been re- modeled after the recent gang war staged in town had destroyed the dining room. Betty Sullivan, the head waitress, waited on me personally. She told me that most of the food I was eating had been raised on Clifford Knight ' s collective farm. I paid my bill to Virginia Worrey, the cashier, and bought a package of cigarettes from Dorothy Diatalevi, the cigarette girl. Stepping out into the street, I encountered Adele Tersoni, who told me she was now a career girl with an advertising agency. It was just about time for me to leave dear old Framingham, so I headed for the railroad station. I bought my ticket from Arlene Arbour, and proceeded to wait for the train. I noticed that Irene Dellasanta was running the magazine and candy stand in the station. Finally my train arrived, and as I was getting on I met Rosemary Doran and Barney Buttrey getting off. These two girls had the unfortunate fate to wind up being old maids. However, they are having a swell time running a fraternity home for men. I ' ll let them tell you about it. William Ablondi. After we left Billy, we saw as we passed the railroad tracks Eddie Croatti, Carlo Knock-em-dead Galvani. Charlie Pon- tremoli, Francis Vittori, and Dom Slim Zaffino, hopping a freight to escape George Lentoni, president of the State Teachers College. Leaving the boys in their sad flight, we saw Joan McLellan and Margaret Fantoni, co-owners of J. J. New- berry, Inc., in conference with Web Brock- elman. Listening in, we discovered that they were making plans to import Dona Mayo and Shirley Ellis, who, at that time, were demonstrating the latest fashion in horseshoes on Dave Pop Flanders ' farm. Going by the bus stop, we saw sitting be- hind the wheel of a bus, Jimmy Walsh, who had only recently won the Adele Atkins award for slow drivers. Jimmy told us that the new rocket buses were owned by Cynthia Butler, the reformed speed demon. Suddenly our ears were smitten by the strains of a beautiful song. Peering around the corner of Newberry ' s, our amazed eyes beheld Jackie Jetvell singing