Leominster High School - Magnet Yearbook (Leominster, MA)

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—— Class December 20. January, 1935. January 15. January-February. March. April. April 25. May. June T. June 14. June 19. Some shuffled; some scurried; others strode; and still others ran. Avenue, Washington, D. C. in the year 1945. 772 935 =e —Christmas vacation. —Seniors elect the following officers: President. Alton Caisse. Vice-President. Marjorie Smith. Secretary. Dominic Ciccolini. Treasurer. Cecile Fife. —Senior Prom! Grand affair! One that we’ll remember for many a year. —Sweeney, Caisse, Finnerty, Kolb, Boissneau do yeoman work on the basketball team. —‘‘Finis coronat opus.” It’s our class motto, folks. How do you like it? —Decided on caps and gowns for graduation. Won’t we all look dignified? —The operetta, ‘“The Mikado,” is given by the High school musical clubs at the Rialto. Seniors: Seaver, Owens, Fielding perform in a creditable manner. Recognition for fine work must be given to the rest of the cast and to Miss Brown and Mr. Kimball. —Track teams contain many Seniors. A new system is being used in base- ball for the first time. Each class is represented by a team and then Coach Broderick selects an all star team to play a short regular season. Interest in baseball is increasing. —Our Senior Play comes through with a bang—A success in every way. Let’s give the credit to E. Bullard, E. Dean, M. Morrill, J. Longo, J. Wheeler, B. Portney, A. Altobelli, D. Whitney, W. Donovan, R. Martin, E. Dormin, W. Vorse, V. David, D. Vigeant, and G. Yule. —Last day at L.H S8:! —The day we’ve been looking forward to for many years has arrived. Grad- uation! The end, tout finis, etc.! Class Prophecy It was Pennsylvania Overhead, emblazoned in electric lights, were the names of Joe Killelea, the new dictator of our democratic U. 8. A. and his old side-kick, Bill Donovan, vice-dictator. Modest Joe, in the meantime, had secluded himself in his palatial office in the White House. He was not a recluse, however, for in his awe-inspiring presence stood three expectant figures. Joe rose to his feet and firmly leaning on his elaborate desk said, ‘It is my wish that the Class of 1935 shall hold a reunion. I want you three to locate our old classmates so that I may invite them to this social gathering. Incidentally I shall pay all expenses.” ‘Mike, you cover all the territory east of the Mississippi. When I say ‘cover,’ I mean an exhaustive sweeping of the entire East. Locate all my old classmates. The more you find, the happier I shall be.” “Manning, I suppose you want to see that girl in Paris again. However, tour throughout Europe and South America, as well as Paris. And ’Vic,’ you will take the territory west of the Mississippi; search every town, village, and city. Now, goodby to all of you and good luck.’’ I returned home, packed my clothes, and was about to depart when I remembered some- thing. I called Joe Zinna, the newspaper editor, to tell him the news of the proposed reunion and asked him to publish it.

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——Class Peas September. October. November 18. November 30. December. January, 1934. January. February. March. April. May. June. June. September 8. September. October. November. November. November 27. Been OD.) tga —Good old Leominster’s football team’s a credit to the alma mater. The reason . . . Caisse, Sweeney, Lavallee, Surette, Turner, DeBell, and Killelea. —The boys on the gridiron are still going strong. —It’s a jinx! For the first time in two years, the football team hasn’t been on top. Gardner tied us 7 to 7. —Let me bow my head in shame. Fitchburg’s gorillas came thru with a 20-12 victory. Woe is me! —As a prelude to that much needed Christmas vacation the Speech Club (Maston and Miller, especially) made the Junior Class feel proud. == on t forgets It’s 1934 now. —Keep your chin up, Juniors. So far you’ve managed to keep on the good side of all those two-hour exams and report cards. (I hope.) —There are politicians in our midst. But breathe a sigh. Look at the results of our class elections: President Wilfred Debellefeuille. Vice-President. Marjorie Smith. Secretary. Edward Dean. Treasurer. Cecile Fife. With such leaders and with the by-words of Miss Lockey and Ted Ku- charski, watch us sail sky-high. —Gaze at this record . . . 8 out of 11 games in basketball won. Finnerty, Sweeney, and Duval held up the honor of the class of “85” in this sport. —Colossal! Stupendous! A huge success!—What? Oh, the Junior Prom. It came thru on top not only socially but financially. Orchids to all the com- mittee s and the faculty! —Let’s give credit to all those Junior warblers and crooners who gave us so much to wonder at on Thursday mornings: Fielding, Drury, Dorothy Whitney, Gerry Seaver, and Janet Wheeler. —Graduation number of the Magnet out. Members of my class on the Magnet staff are Killelea, Dean, Doris Butler, Eloise Bullard, Ruth Hart, and Ellen Gurry. —QOn the class day our class was defeated by the Seniors but we put up a grand fight anyway. SENIOR YEAR —We entered school again, this time respected and looked up to by all our inferiors. —Sweeney, Caisse, Debell, Clancy, Finnerty, Vorse, Killelea, Strayer, Parrot, Pratt, Turner, and Knox are in there making this year’s football team another promising one. —Football team has lost only one game so far. This is to Arlington, 6 to 0. —Dropped a tough game to Chelsea 9 to 7. Hard Luck! —Joseph Killelea and Eloise Bullard won first and second prizes, respectively. The prizes were gold and silver medals given by Mayor Bell on Better Speech Day. —Fitchburg goes down in defeat to the tune of 14 to 0. This makes it twice in our years that Leominster has beaten Fitchburg. 29

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ae EX ieee “With my suitcases completely packed, I raced to the station to catch the next train to New ‘York. Heavily laden with bags, I sought a porter. ‘‘Boy, take my—for heaven’s sake—Malcolm Brown! Here, help me with these; I’ve got to catch a train.”’ As the train was pulling out, I scrambled aboard the observation car. ‘Always late, aren’t you?” a voice whispered in my ear. I turned and was confronted by none other than Hattie de Bettincourt. ‘‘Where have you been all my life?’ I trilled. (You see Hattie still had her personality). “Just a hard-working girl,’’ she responded. Two hours later—New York... lights... gaiety! I sought a prosperous-looking hotel, boasting no cockroaches, and strode up to the desk. Lo and behold! There was Robert Casey, the acme of hotel clerks! Luck seemed to follow my footsteps. From him I learned that Mr. and Mrs. Boissoneau were using the birdal suite. However, I was warned not to disturb them. The next day I drew up my plan of attack. After visiting Robert Joslin, the Wall Street Rothschild, I went to see Adrien Mercier and Dominic Ciccolini, the insurance men. I was quite shocked to find that Glenice Pillsbury had charge of a Matrimonial Correspondence Bureau. I had almost finished my work when I stopped at a tavern owned by George Carchidi. His apprentice, Walter Caisse, had gained immense popularity crooning to unsuspecting customers in the tavern. After a long discussion with Bernard Kolb, a regular visitor, I was about to depart when I heard Roberta Cutter “tickling the ivories’ with great gusto. Arriving back at my hotel, I found a telegram awaiting me. After a glance at it, I called my private pilots, Buster Parrot and Leon Mouret. With them I flew to Boston to attend the grad- uation from Portia Law School of Marcella Jancaitas. We were all very much elated to hear she really had graduated. After the commencement exercises I flew west via Albany. While in a cafe there I had hot coffee spilled down my neck by none other than Gwendolyn Edmunds, a waitress in Katherine Goodhue’s Tea Shoppe. As I was returning to the flying field, I heard Angelina Altobelli trying to bluff (always bluffing!) officer George Yule out of a parking ticket. Just before taking off, I turned my pockets inside out and found just enough money to buy a newspaper (Prosperity is still just around that corner.) from Raymond Surrette. In glaring headlines I read of another wild escapade of Arthur Bailey and Mike Iacaboni after they had cut short their vacation at Ossining- on-the-Hudson. As I read on, I found a notice of the annual Farmers’ Convention in Hot Dog, Kentucky, under the direction of Franklin Stout. After a few hours of air sickness, we were in Kentucky. En route to the Convention I found a huge meeting concerning a trip to Iceland in progress. The main candidates at this mass meet- ing were Jesse Hare, Ruth Tuttle, and Ruth Johnson. At the close of the meeting, my pilot and I decided to make the journey to Lock-East, Florida, to attend a beauty contest. Etha Olssen and Doris Quint were the main aspirants. In spite of protests on Doris’ part, the prize went to Etha. Everett Thompson and Ruth Hart were two of the judges. Doris was quite sulky until I promised to talk with the judges. As I left the scene of the beauty contest, I heard three gossipy voices behind me—namely, those of Ellen Gurry, Dorothy Whitney, and Constance Day. They were discussing the latest turn of events in the lives of John Clancy and Mary Gamblin. It seems from what I could hear —although I’m no eavesdropper—that John is still playing around with Ruth Hancock. And Mary, instead of weeping is toying with “le pauvre Eddie Surrette.” While seeking the locality of the convention, I stopped at a house for information. Upon ringing the bell, I was astounded to hear a chorus of tiny voices yodelling, ‘Ma mére, ma mére! Begorra if ’tis not Moike!’”” I was so dumfounded when the door opened and Marie Duval stood there that I turned and fled. Still without information as to the whereabouts of the Kentucky Convention, I found with- out any difficulty the general store. Stroking his tobacco stained beard, peaceably stood Alexander OL