Greenfield High School - Evergreen / Exponent Yearbook (Greenfield, MA)

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12 THE EXPONENT 25 is making French survive. John¬ ny Murphy in 24 is dealing out prob¬ lems by the score. Atwood: All our old crowd seems to have turned professional. Lester Hodgen, now turned doctor, owns a hospital in Lynn. ’Tis said that it’s only a step to M. Taylor’s crematory, which is right next door to him. Marguerite Brown in a spotless white gown keeps Hodgen’s patients free from a frown, while Margaret Leith, Evelyn Chamberlin, Vivian Grant and Marjorie Church help the rest of those left in the lurch. Bernie Mil¬ ler is now training white mice as mascots for Coach Carl Johnson’s athletic teams, so nice. “Bernie” goes by the professional name of “Russell.” Burrage: To go on with profes¬ sionals, Pauline Mills of dancing fame has had many lights cast on her name as the director of a musical show. “Polly” Acker and Frieda Koonz grace the charming chorus row, while “Dot” Crosby does the Osgood wobble. (Chet is a profes¬ sional dancer now, you know.) I got a letter from Hunter the other day, he is out California way. He wrote that he met Rhoda Harper and Katherine Knight, who are mak¬ ing psychology students write. Atwood: (Casually taking up pa¬ per laid down). When I was in Greenfield I always used to read the advertisements first. Just to go back to old times. (Opens paper and reads). “Wanted: Neat and ex¬ perienced waitress for an ice-cream parlor. Apply in person. T. Con- draski. Successor to Gus’ Place, Er- ving, Massachusetts.” ’Hm, I won¬ der what the attraction is there? “Lost: One pair of trousers and one vest somewhere between upper Fed¬ eral street and the Greenfield Tailor¬ ing Co. Reward if returned to Clarence White, Manager.” I take it that “Whitey” is still in the tail¬ oring business. Burrage: Pve heard that Andrew Murphy and “Freddie” Kartcheske are the editors of this little sheet but I’ve never seen them on the street. The Gazette Courier has expanded now and has Madge Holbrook as its music critic, most highbrow. All the news from Millers Falls is written up by Julia Carroll, Lillian Phelps, Bessie Robinson and Margaret Bane, who are in the reporting game. Lucien Zschau is advertising editor. ’He gets many ads from the “Five Ten” which is run by Etta Gove, Evelyn Bagley, and Lucy Edes who furnish all the public needs. The papers sure have claimed a lot of the old grads. Atwood: Say, Bob, while here at the Exposition have you seen the “Tetreault Painting Show” with “Art.” sitting in the President’s row and Mary Orr, the bashful girl, dis¬ tributing samples of Tetreault’s “Splo-chy Whirl?” Dwight David¬ son, our chemistry wizard, invented this mess in a blizzard at Russell Nims’ school for delinquents. Burrage: Davidson a delinquent? Atwood: No, Professor Davidson. Burrage: Rae, guess what Anne Crowley is doing now? Well Anne is a physical training teacher, you know, and in her spare time she is running around in that sporty car that bears the initials “J. K.” Atwood: I am not in the least surprised for I always predicted that something would come of Anne’s moonlight rides on the lonely roads of Bernardston. She certainly picked a peach of a car, didn’t she? Atwood: Do you remember Phil Witty, old Greenfield’s fashion plate? Burrage: Oh yes! Carson’s living advertisement? What about him? Atwood: He’s surrounded by a bevy of beautiful mannequins in his shop here in Paris. He always was heavy on the ladies, you know. Ida Barber, Marion LaCroix, and Blanche Morris, fair, display his charming creations there. They tell me that Vere Hamilton really wakes up when these models display their wares, for he is a buyer now. Burrage: Mildred Powlitis and Cecilia Chevalier are doing their best to keep the candy business up to test. Their store is in Fred Schwartz’s new big block which tow¬ ers far above the old town clock. Harold and Evelyn Campbell have taken to their heels. They are away down in the Fiji Isles, booming real estate deals. “Doc” Hastings is their chauffeur dry. He makes the miles fly by, while Vivian Howard, Mar¬ jorie Kelley and Gertrude Chamber¬ lin do the office work within.

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THE EXPONENT 11 memories returned to us. The thoughts which make us smile and laugh are the guiding factors of life, since The man who frets at worldly strife, Grows sallow, sour, and thin; Give us the lad whose happy life Is one perpetual grin: He, Midas-like, turns all to gold— He smiles when others sigh. Enjoys alike the hot and cold. And laughs though wet or dry. There’s fun in everything we meet. The greatest, worst, and best; Existence is a merry treat. And every speech a jest: So, come what may, the man’s in luck Who turns it all to glee. And laughing cries, with honest Puck, “Good Lord! What fools ye be.’ —Joseph Drake. CHESTER OSGOOD, ’26. PROPHECY OF THE CLASS OF 1926 Scene: World Exposition at Paris, France, in 1935. The division of Mental Philosophy. Properties: A tent with a placard reading, “Madame Atwood of the United States—Specializing in Mental Philosophy.” In Paris on business is Bob Bur- rage. He sees the tent, wonders if this “Madame Atwood” is the Atwood person that he used to know and de¬ cides to investigate. He hands his card to the Secretary, who in turn shows it to Madame Atwood. Atwood: Taking card, reads: Burrage Tailoring Company, Creators of Distinctive Dress for Fastidious Men Offices in Turners Falls, Shutesbury, Paris. Atwood: Can it be Bob Burrage that I went to school with back in Greenfield? (This to herself before Bob comes in.) Burrage: Well, if it isn’t little Rae Atwood. Say, you haven’t grown much since High School days have you? Just think! Does it seem pos¬ sible that we have been out of school all these years? Atwood: Do you mean to tell me that you are in the tailoring business. Bob? I thought you would follow in the steps of Paderewski, the way you used to hammer the piano in G. H. S. Just think only a few years ago we were loyal rooters and mem¬ bers of Greenfield High School. See¬ ing that you have offices in Turners Falls you ought to be able to give me some news of the old crowd. Burrage: (Snatching Recorder from, his pocket, turns to the “Local Field” and reads.) “Miss Ethel Roby, formerly of this town, will make a personal anpearance at Pryz- by’s Theatre, at the showing of her latest picture in which she plays op¬ posite ‘Hoot’ Gibson.” (Lays paper aside). By the way—You remem¬ ber “Lum” Brest, our banjo shark? He’s leading a band at Shattuck Park. Frank Merriam and Clyde Galbraith run this famous hall, which is known as “Clydie’s Crystal Ball.” Every - dance must have its “Cop” and at ' that job “Bud” Hartwell is tip-top. Atwood: Through my various friends and as my work takes me to many different places I, too, know some G. H. S. gossip. “Jack” Des¬ mond, our athletic hero of many a game, is now the Coach at Notre Dame. He has not grown in stature yet but he is some coach, you bet. I can see Dot Moore so fair, with her kindergarten class gathered around her there. When these grow un and go to school, to them Annette Lynch will lay down the physical training rule. Annette, you know, took up this game because of suggestions from the coach at Notre Dame. Burrage: Speaking of school, Ree, makes me think of the revised facul¬ ty now in force at G. H. S. Isabel Morgan is Dean of Girls—Miss Childs having retired. Louise McCarthy in Room 28. is opening the “Spanish Gate.” In Room 17, “Ed.” Lamb is king of dates and laws supreme. Bernice Sargent in Room 5 is trving hard to keen English alive. While down stairs in Room 15 Agnes Wait is Latin queen. Harriet Salway in

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THE EXPONENT 13 Atwood: That remark about Hast¬ ing ' s being a chauffeur makes me think. I hear that Hosea Wheeler, in his corner drug store in Bernard- ston, while the drug business is rather slow, is paying an income tax on the sale of Benson’s gas. I thought Hosea would venture farther than Bernardston but still I suppose one goes where the attraction is. Evidently “Dog” Welcome and “Eddie” Koziski have no attractions, for I expect to see them over here this fall at the head of their teams in International Football. Burrage: Greenfield is still on the mapj thanks to the G. T. D. which is still going strong. Mar¬ garet McGrath, Mary Strecker and Dorothy Waide keep the books that show the profits made. Mable How¬ ard, Eleanor Fish and Vialo Jangro keep the letters on the go. Alma Taylor and Stella Korchinski have also made Greenfield famous as a place where “blondes and would-be blondes” ean keep their hair light. You know what real blondes they themselves were, so they should be well fitted to advise others. All of Greenfield’s manufacturing plants are still in existence, even Weiss- brod’s Pocket Book Shop with Mar¬ jorie Wheeler as head bookkeeper. Atwood: I saw a painting in an art gallery over here last week and what do you know? Isabel O’Brien is the artist. She and Hortense Cowles are working together, one as an artist and the other as a sculp¬ tress. Also in New York are Frances Pittfield, Ruth Fowling, Clara Par- meter and Mary Sheehan. Remem¬ ber how quiet they always were in school? Well, they are now work¬ ing in a place where they are not bothered by noise—at least made by human beings—for they are atten¬ dants in the School for Deaf and Dumb. Burrage: Also in a big city is Pulaski. He is in Washington as a member of the Diplomatic Corps. He always used diplomacy in his school workj if I remember rightly. Mar¬ garet Stewart, Ellen Steiner and Helen Mowry are all working for Uncle Sam, for they passed the Civil Service exam. Burton Murphy did¬ n’t have to take an exam for he is green-house man and raises flowers for the “First Lady of the Land.” Atwood: I ' can see little Burton now, delivering the flowers for our Proms when he worked for the Greenfield Floral company. Burrage: Also along garden lines are Allyn Newcombe and Alex Soko- losky, who are gentlemen farmers. They tell me they are now joint owners of the Greenfield Meadows and the Leyden Road. Atwood: Why, Bob, do you re¬ alize we have accounted for every one of our old class-mates at G. H. S.? Isn’t it strange how we have scattered? Burrage: We surely have scat¬ tered. Paris, New York, Fiji Isles, California and Washington to say nothing of the ones who are in or near Greenfield and, Rae, there is not one who is not successful in his chosen work. Atwood: Let’s give a rising vote of thanks and praise for our old prin¬ cipal, friend and advisor—E. B. Smith. IVY ORATION IDIOSYNCRACIES OF HUMAN NATURE “All the world is queer but thee and me and sometimes I think thou art a little queer.” Might not any one of us have said this? We are all inclined to think that the rest of the world is queer, but if we stop to think about it, probably other peo¬ ple think we are just as queer. This queerness has many and varied causes. Our idiosyncracies are due to many things—sometimes to an in¬ nate love for nature and humanity, sometimes to an incurable disease, sometimes to an unconquerable super-sensitiveness, and sometimes to superstitions handed down to us. Abraham Lincoln, that great, noble man, was criticized because on his way to make a campaign speech he rescued a pig which he saw stuck in the mire of the muddy road. He