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

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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,

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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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18 THE PHILOMATH Glass We, the Class of Nineteen Hundred and Forty-eight, being the most industrious, wittiest and craziest class ever to graduate from F.H.S., leave this our last will and testament. CLASS BEQUESTS 1. To Mr. Magoon. we leave a new high school addition, with more floor space for the boys to sweep when making up time. 2. To Mrs. McCounon, we leave a lie detector to use when the boys go to the office to get excused. 3. To Mr. Bush, we leave a new Pontiac Six for his trips to Maine, and a lifetime pass to the Maine vs. Bates football games. 4. To Miss Squires, we leave a para- chute for her airplane trips to Texas, plus an automatic door closer for 229. 5. To the janitors, Mr. E))ierson and Mr. Kif g, we leave twenty new brooms for the boys to make up time with. 6. To the painter, Mr. Crayton, we leave a new brush and a bucket of paint in hopes that he will finish the school by the close of the century. 7. To the Student Council, we leave Roger Moore and Miss Hohhs arguing over parliamentary procedure. 8. To the junior boys, we leave all our rights and privileges at Brush Hill and Farm Pond in hope that they will live up to our expectations. PERSONAL BEQUESTS 1. 1, joh)i Red King, leave all my duties as president of this great class to any mil junior boy who believes he is worthy to follow my footsteps. 2. I, Robert Scoops Belinoiite. leave my scandal sheet to a junior who can wreck as many love affairs as I have done through the school paper. 3. I, Dick Condon, just leave (Thank Heavens!) 4. I, Edwin Always-on-tinie Bcdboiii, leave my racing forms, treasury tickets, conduct cards and dismissal slips to my good friend, John Leonardo. 5. L Carolyn Temptation Coyne, leave my book entitled, How to Catch Men in Three Easy Lessons, to Barbara Hilliard. 6. I, Francis Moose Merusi, leave all my bow ties and orange socks to Jimmy Campion, in hopes that he will dress as flashily as L 7. I, Rosalie Tredeau, leave Edward Pavia, together with a warning to all girls to stay away from him in my absence. 8. L David Flanders, leave Jim Quirk to mend the hearts I have broken in the junior class. 9. I, Mary Agostinelli, leave all the junior girls the right to go hunting for men in Ashland. 10. L John Zanella, leave my oratorical powers to Roger Moore. 11. L Ne r Curran, leave my car to Pat Kelly. I hope that he will pick up as many as I have in Wellesley. God save the Commonwealth of Massa- chusetts from the oncoming students of F.H.S. Signed, R. David Acton, Atty., j. Hi;rbi2rt Tosti, J. Aloysius Shay.