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

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16 - THE PHILOMATH The Lip Chevalier, and Betty S eczs- kowski, successor to Vera Vague. Ann Garbarino and Audrey Vinkehtehi were rivals for the affection of Louis Tvavaglini. On the way out of the cinema (that ' s Chinese for movies) we noticed George Kad ' ivonyk, surrounded as usual by a bevy of beautiful girls, among whom we saw Greta Bjorkman, Adele Higghis, Barb Miller, and Pat Desmond. Outside, on top of the National Bank, we saw a huge billboard heralding the arrival of Katie Ouinzani and her famous all-girl orchestra, featuring Dolly Barley, as vocalist, Marcia Ring and her hot trumpet, and Martha Whiting and her violin. Next we went into the Reform School for Drifting Debs and Floating Fellows, which was owned and operated by Pat Maroni and Joan Mehigan. Joan and Pat told us that they had just brought in two of our old classmates, Ray Crosby and Clarence Smith. This was Clarence ' s second offense. He ' d done a stretch before for ringing in false alarms. Leaving the school, we were immediate- ly run over by a jet-propelled automobile. Then the driver, none other than Nicky Melegos, picked us up, threw us in the back seat, and asked us if we ' d like a ride up to Farm Pond to see the newly opened boat yard. Not seeing any means of escape, we said we ' d love to. Off we went and we reached the pond in two and three-quarter seconds. (Nicky told us that her car ran by atomic power!) At the pond, we fell out, and whom should we see swabbing the decks of one of the yachts but Alan Kendrick. Alan told us that he got his swabby experience from his many years in the Navy. ' 7e abo learned that all the boats were the prop- erty of Red King, mayor of the town. We were glad to hear that Red had graduated from a flatfoot to a flat-headed politician. Speak of the devil, as the saying goes, and in came Red, dragging behind him his wife, Lorra ne Landsburg, and their thir- teen little devils. You can see that Red ' s not superstitious. The reason for this fam- ily get-together was the chris tening of a new boat by Nancy Haughey. The boat was to be christened The Shack. We said good-bye to all our friends and got into Nicky ' s Atomic Auto. Getting back into town, we were thrown out by Nicky ' s boy friend, Emil Macura, who needed all the room for his many Olympic medals, which he always carried around with him. We landed on the safety island in front of what was formerly the Memorial Build- ing, but which now housed the offices of Emilie Moxon and her Clean-Up Cuties, a new name for the Board of Health. As we passed, we waved to Emilie, and then we went into Hughes ' , which was owned and operated by Wanda Bradley, Ph.D., A.B. C, X.Y.Z., the head pharmacist. Wanda told us that she had added a floor show for the entertainment of the high school crowd. The show featured ]anet Mitchell, as vocalist, and Phyllis Grady and Carolyn Madden, can-can dancers. After a short one (coke, that is!) we went out on the Avenue and noticed a new dress shop run by Rita Capra and Mary Tagliaferri. As we passed, we saw Irene Ottaviani cutting off some of the New Look dresses to make them over into the Newest Look dresses, which were fourteen inches above the knee, hies Ametti almost knocked us over as she came rushing out. She cooled of? just long enough to tell us that she had tried in vain to get Mary and Rita to go into business with herself and Margaret Main, co-owners of an exclusive Men ' s Store. Walking along, we stopped in amazement in front of the new high school. Rushing in before the last bell for old times ' sake, we trampled over Bob Belnionte, the re- cently appointed principal of the school. Dusting himself off. Bob gave us permis-

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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

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THE PHILOMATH - 17 sion to inspect his beautiful domain. As we snuck by the main office (we just couldn ' t forget our old habits),. we discov- ered new faces in that little office so famil- iar to the Class of ' 48. Sylvia Cooney and ]o-Ann Gleason were the new inhabitants of the dismal dungeon. Continuing our explorations we saw Pat Foley teaching a geometry class in the hallway between rooms 111 and 112. Noticing the strange location of a classroom, we asked Pat the reason and she told us that the new gym and cafeteria took up so much room that all classes had been forced into the cor- ridors. The gold-plated escalators looked invit- ing to our stair-weary eyes, but we just couldn ' t resist the special student elevators, with built-in soda fountains, run by chief operator Jeanne Cavatorta, and her assist- ants Nina Walker, Mary Veiga, and Millie hombardo. As we stepped inside, Jeanne told us that she was just on her way to the Roof Garden, which was reserved for the pupils who wanted to take a sun bath in- stead of a trigonometry class. (Boy, have times changed along with the new prin- cipal!) We decided to get off at the fifteenth floor, which was just halfway to the top. The first one to greet us as we fell out was Rhoda Mason, whose second half of her dual personality had come out just before graduation, and in consequence, she was still making up time for playing hookey. We then caught a glimpse of Kathleen Manning, being chased around the corner by Betty Buck Devine. Coming out of the teachers ' lounge, we saw Alice Mc- Govern, now teaching sociology, Phil Thomas, professor of the shop department, and Anna TaniboUio, head sewing teacher. Because we wanted to see the new gym, we took a short cut through a convenient laundry chute. Halfway down, we were stopped by Joanne Keaney and Jeanette Marenghi, who were crawling up the chute to escape the new girls ' gym teacher. Buzz Wolf Seariac. Burrowing around the fleeing girls, we bumped right into Buzz, who was trying to escape Lila Knorr, the boys ' gym teacher. When we reached the bottom of the laundry chute, we were going so fast that we fell right through the cellar of the high school into the middle of the Earth, and no one has ever heard from us, or seen us since. Barbara Buttrey, Rosemary Doran,