Hamilton High School - Hamiltonian Yearbook (South Hamilton, MA)

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Mary explained, V ell. I nay not be beautiful, but I ' ve got a good figure. ' ' So lHavy must: have capitalized on it. Mr. Future and I decided v e ' d go dom to the air-trainiig school. After watching the planes nracticing dives for about ten minutes, someone nudged me in the back and said, I ' ve got a great bunch of lads there, haven ' t I? The voice seemed familiar and I turned quickly to see the old Dive-bomber herself standing behind me. Who would have thought Charlotte (Tubby) Stanley vfculd have turned out to be a pilot. ' From what I hear, she made quite a record for herself in the war. When the pilots came in, Tubby walked out and patted them on the back saying, Prett3’- good boys, but we ' ll have to do better next time. When we inquired the best place to eat, she instructed us to the Woolshire Bowl. That evening vie seated ourselves at one of the tables and took in the. floor show. Lo-and-bu-hold, the blues singer of the evening v as Rita Pooler. Her brother, Paul, had gathered together several musicians and had formed quite an orchestra and Rita, was their sing- er. We talked with Rita for a v.diile, and she told us ho i she and her brother had been traveling across the continent v ith the orches- tra, making a big hit everywhere they went. Early the next morning, Mr. Future and I took the first plane to St. Louis. It was rather a bumpy ride, but, nevertheless, enjoy- able. We decided to take in an Opera that afternoon, so v e proceed- ed to the opera house. I bet 3 ou couldn ' t guess what was playing and who v as the leading lady and gentleman! The Gypsy Rover v as on the bill and none other than Ruth Horn was the loading lady. There was %uite a difference in the play from the way it was put on back in Hamilton High School. Ruth had gotten over her bashfulness and seemed to enjoy the love scenes very much; r ell, v;hy shouldn ' t she. Dean Fowler was Gypsy Rob. We couldn ' t get to the stage door to see Ruth for there v ere too many ' ’oung men in the waiting line, so Me went our v ay.

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CLASS PRCFHLCY 0? 1942 A cloudy atmosphere covered Lhe blue slcjes that lay over a contlucnt u? 13 C millj.ons of people. Suddenly there i es a broal: in that cover of white and a small city came into view, Mr, Future stenped from one of the clouds and descended to the ground upon a little metrop- olis called East Burlap that lies in upper New York, He stopped on the street to read a sign on one of the buildings ' East Burlap College of Music, He ascended the stairs to the first floor. At this time, the college choir j under the leadership cf Prof. D, Sanford was giving its annual concept before departing on their summer vacations, !-r. Riture stepped up to an usher in the hall and asked, May I have a program? Thar.k youj The usher escort- ed him to a seat. The choir urns singing The Lost Chord, Mr. Future remar ked to himself, I guess it ' s the lost chord all right, After the last number, Mr, Future found his way to Skinner’s office. Hello, Mr. P ' utureJ Gee, but it’s good to see you again, ex- claimed Skinner, I suppose 3 ' ‘ou v;onder where I came from and v hy I am hero, said Mr, Future. Well, I’ve come to ask you to join me in a trip around the United States and see so?no of your classmates vho gradu- ated with you from Hamilton Higli. I ' ll be leaving La Guardia Field in two days if you wish to accompany mo. I’ll be there, replied Mr, Sanford, and they departed. A few days after, Don Sanford (vdio shall relate the story of the trip) set out in a plane for Los Angeles, California, Our first visit was to the airplane factories in and about Los Angeles. Mr. Future and I proceeded to a big flying-fortress for Uncle San to pa- trol over-seas. I bet 3 “ou can ' t guess i ho v;as the boss of the con- stT ' uction job on this plane. None other than Stanley Allen, nova an airplane mechanic and boss over the construction department. Stanley proceeded to sJiow us about and we could plainly see th ' it he had not forgotten the training that he had received in Ham- ilton High under the supervision of Hr, Wales, tJie Industrial Arts teacher. Mr, Future and I continued on ever to Holljavond and got quite a surprise while watching one cf tlie picturos being made. There in the m.idst of a bang-up love scene was a girl v hncr.co graduated fmm our school, Mary Schofield. She was the big sensation of the 3 ’’oar, and had changed her name to Hedy La Schofield, I recall an inci- dent, I think it was vray back in the ninth grade of school, •vhen

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Next morning, Mr. Ssav took us to his modernized school for training j ' oung men and v omen for modern jobs. A.s vie entered the schcol for girl ' s a ss;emb;|r practice, vv e heard a voice bello 7ing forth, What ' s you kiu v;rong with at me 5 do as I do and that the girls couldn ' t their instructor, Bfertha Cunningham, had. Back in high received, I believe, a high rank in the mechanical here she was shov.dng other girls her technique, how she got into the factory and he said mostly persuasive ways v;ith her own sex. can ' t you ever get anything right? Look you v ill make no more mistakes. It seemed seem to master the mechanical instinct that school, she ability tests and I asked the boss on account of her We then v;ent into the ;elding department and there found an- other nroduct of liamhlton High School, It was John Dolliver. John was boss of the welder ' s department and had gotten quite a name for himseX as a mass welder, I noticed that John 7 as pouting over some- thing 7 hen we came in and that one of his shoes v as missing. From what I could gather from some of the men un- der him, John hours the last Mien asleep on ed his shoe to woke, he could from the pipe, had been seen keeping late week and this morning he had the job and accidently weld- a piece of pipe. When he a- not get his shoe separated so he had been obliged to ex- tricate his there he sat on — no wonder foot from the with one shoe o he was pouting. welded ff and shoe one I so ;hoi That the tovm, front of a spective iays and see what afternoon as we walked through noticed quite a ].ine of men in edging their re- , so vie decided to go in attraction was. Thero r as we store, gradually inside, the Anita Wass, styling or modeling clothes for women. The first three rows on either side were filled with women but the last seven TOMS Mere crammed vilti yoimg men, Mr. Future remarked fashions to me IP IThat do these men see in for women ' s clothing? I replied. the Are you sure clothes or-- teres ted in immediately so nothing tiore we retired to Mr. Ssavr ' s home He c; are in- uight on ras said. After the mad rush was over, for the afternoon. V hile there, Mr. Ssav asked us if v;e should like to witness a basketball play-off game in the Chicago ' s Small School Tournament and vie replied, YesI He told us there was a very promising young coach coming along, good enough to become a college coach someday. That evening, we went to the game and sat directly behind the Wcfrcester Heights team. This vras the team ?.5r, Ssav was ref erring to.. At first, I couldn ' t seem to ulace tha f ' miliar face of this young coach, I noticed, however, that the centers of his team v ere very well trained on the fade-away shots and this point impressed upon me the fact that this fellow must have clayed center at one time 5 yes, at Hamilton- -it was Henry Jackson.