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

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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

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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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THE PHILOMATH 15 for the Salvation Army in the park. Bill Doniey was accompanying her on his tuba. Among the group throwing pennies at Jackie and Bill, we spotted Nina Anibrog- gi, Ann Ashman, and Russell Clark. Sneaking around on the outside of the crowd was Joe Coco, trying to sell Vincent Ferraro a bag of slugs. We found Marty Lynch crawling around under the benches, stealing peanuts from the pigeons. Leav- ing Marty to his little game, we meandered over to Bob Hinckley ' s Hash House for a sody. Inside, we found that Wj Rice had been promoted to hostess because of her uncanny ability to snitch tips better than any of the other waitresses, among whom were LinJa Pacheco, Mary Curley, Pat Dai ' itt and Irene Haynes. Suddenly we were startled by a thick, creamy chocolate frappe which was poured playfully down our backs by soda-jerk Malen Barker. Im- mediately, cashier Jean Frazer, bus-boys Robert Benefito and John Grasso, and floor mopper, Yorke Murphy, rushed to our assistance. Before we could stop them, they tore off our soiled dresses, sent them to Dot Zucchi ' s Zippy Cleaners, and gave each of us a new outfit from Jackie White ' s Department Store. Dishwasher Dolly Fraser then came out to greet us, wiping her hands on one of Mary Agostinelli ' s hand-made aprons. Following her was Dick Acton, chef of the Hash House. They were anxious to tell us of the outstanding success of Bob Campion, who had recently been elected to the office of head yes- man to the seventy-third vice-president of the Fraternal Order of Firecrackers. Overwhelmed by Bob ' s exploits, we de- cided to take in a movie. Stampeding over to the St. George, we were greeted at the cashier ' s window by Barbara Jones, who willingly took our money. As soon as we reached the lobby, doorman Sherman Crawford grabbed our arms and twisted them until we finally surrendered and gave him our tickets. More of our money went into theatre manager Jack Locke ' s pocket when we stopped at the candy counter, un- able to resist Kay Corbin ' s wistful smile. Stumbling down the dark aisle, preceded by Gardner Gould and his flashlight, we fell over Louis Zanchi, who told us that he was looking for his friend Tony Stucchi. Finally we found a seat, right beside our former inmates at F.H.S., Ann Dawson, Minnie laniro, Jean Hilton, and Norma Stapleton. They were all sitting on top of Mary Cunneen, because the five of them could get in for the price of one that way. Oh, well, girls will be girls! We were just settling down to watch the newsreel, which was about Fran Ciccarelli and his football Hot-Shots, when someone reached over and grabbed my candy bar. Naturally, I screamed bloody murder and all eyes turned on Priscilla Leach, who was calmly sharing the stolen sweet with Bruce Pf dif- fer, her best beau. Near by was Joan Lund- berg, looking jealously at Bruce. Holding Joan ' s hand and looking jealously at Priscilla, was Eddie Mahan. (Complicated, isn ' t it?) We forced our eyes back on the screen and found that John ' s Only Wife, star- ring John Rutter and Johanna Clancy, was just starting. The picture was produced by Joe Porcello and directed by Bob Pierce. Chief artist for the picture was Thelma Grossman. After the first feature was over, Josie Ceccaroni put the lights on and passed the hat to raise funds for Ned Cur- ran ' s school for disabled hockey players. Josie held the hat in front of us for a full twenty minutes before she realized that we weren ' t contributing. After intermission we were entertained by Pauli Towne, the celebrated bubble dancer. Pauli had some difficulty keeping her balloons inflated be- cause Don Blanchette, sitting in the first row balcony, was throwing darts where they did the most good. The second feature was a comedy with Mackey Thomas, successor to Maurice