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

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The last few moments of the game were fast and furious, and Henry was squirming like a stuffed pig in his pen. The score had be- come tied and there v ere only 30 seconds left to play. Suddenly one of Henry ' s men broke loose and scored; the game was ended and Jack- son ' s team was victorious. We went to the ' dx ’essing room ori congrat- ulated him. I don ' t think you could have found a happier man in the whole world. I can remember in the old days that Henry alv ays did take his sports seriously. After staying in Chicago for another day, I Ir. Future and I de- cided to go to Florida and enjoy the wonderful climate. The next morning, we boarded the plane to Florida and did nothing the rest of the day but chew gum and read magazines. That evening, Mr. Future and I took in a rifle match between a girl ' s glamour team and a group of mountain boys from Kentucky. The girls ' team was lead by none other than Doris Thimmer who had become a national figure in rifle shooting. The Kentucky boys won the first round of firing, but v hat happened to them in the last round was very strange. They couldn ' t seem to hit anything. If my memory serves me right, I believe that quite a few matches these girls had been in had been won on the last round of fire. Later when we met Doris, she explained that it was all in can ' t keep same time, to keep a the technique of handling men. They their eyes on a target and us at th she explained. Then we had to be off- dinner date v ith Sally Porter, whom we; had met this morning, at 9 p.m. .i Sally had come into a little money and had built hop self a bbautiful homo in Florida, She wa giving a Coming Out Party to a few young girl friends. When I saw her dashing around, my thoughts ran back to the time when I could remember hor dashing out of study hall for lunch period. Sally was quite nervous also, for a prominent man ¥ as to be her guest that evening. He arrived later accompanied by a very glamerous lady whom he in troduced as his wife. She seemed familiar to me ' and during the evening, I chanced to ask her if I hadn ' t seen her somev here before; and, Imock me doYjn if it v asn’t Dorothy Shaw. Next day, we started up the coast by Greyhound Bus and came to Louisville, Kentucky v here we stopped to take in a ball game. Only a few m.inutes before the game started, v hom should be bump into but John Cullity, He was playing for Louisville that afternoon and hop- ing that some day he v ould make the Red Sox. His stock certainly , took a bad hop that da 3 though, as he made three errors on the field at shortstop that proved to be the loss of the game. It brought back memories of a play-off game that he once played at Hamilton High and did the same thing. History sure does repeat itself 1 in front of us, sat a fellow who was smoking big Boy, the air was just black with smoke. When the e A few seats g black stoggies. y game was over, I accidently bumped into him on the way out and it ,c was none other than an old classmate, Ben Gun. He explained that ■) J II . it - t|

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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.

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he was a tobacco salesman and that he VsTas smoking a new brand of cigars for Women Haters to use to see if it Y ould work. It must have, for there v asn ' t a woman around us while he was there! Ivlartin always did like to puff away on some sort of smoke. Later that evening, vie took the Greyhound Bus to New York, While there, we met an old friend, Dana Perkins. He v as bandaged from head to foot but refused to say 7hat had happened. However, when I bought a newspaper, there on the front page in large caption I read: Big Explosion in Scientist ' s Factory. The article v ent on to explain that the great scientist, Perkins, had been experiment- ing on a nev7 formula for headache pills for factory v orkers and the v rong mixtures. The last thing he remembered was that, ho v;as pouring two chemicals together. It must have been some headache ' povj da? if it could blov the roof off the factory! Perhaps it was one of Mr. Chase ' s formulas that Dana v as trying out! There was another colum.n in the paper that interested me some- what and that was advice for the love-lorn. It wo.s vn?itten by Walter Perkins; w ' as it the Perkins thrat graduated with me in 1942? I wondered if it v as, so I followed him up only to find him sur- rounded by gorgeous girls, v hile he himself was leaning back in his chair j his feet on the desk, and a big black cigar in his mouth. Yes, it was he all right, and v ith the same old Whiffle haircut. Upon leaving the building, I could hear quite a commotion going on in one of the rooms so we thought we ' d take a look. There 7as Theresa Stelline banging away on a tjqjcYTritcr with a group of young men around her admiring her speed. I later learned that Theresa had become a typing specialist and v as now teaching young people in news- paper organizations the Imack of manipulating typing machines. Mr. Future and I then took a plane for Boston where vie stopped at the Copley Piazza. In the morning, ive walked through the busi- ness district, Mr. Future knew a young man who vras studying to be a doctor, so we v ent to see him. He thought it would be a good idea t o surprise him ' by just bursting in on him. I guess v e shouldn ' t have been so hasty because v e found a young stenographer sitting in his lap taking dictation. To my surprise, it v;as .Mary Dewar. Boy, did she blush vrhen she recognized me! I told her not to worry, for the young fellow was a good Icolcing chap and getting along fine in his profession. Unvy was always smart in school, and v;ill make him a fine secretary. After we left the building, ? e almost burst with laughter only to find out later that the laugh ' ?as on us--Mary was married to the intern. The young intern met us that afternoon and asked us to join him. at the Chemistry Club. We accented his kind invitation and went. Ursula MacDonald was one of the authorities of the day on Chemistry and I awaited her performance with Keen interest. During the course of the afternoon, Ursula mixed a half-dozen differen t formulas which amounted to nothing but a lot of gasses. At last she mixed two for- mulas together and there was a burst of flames that went all over