Lockwood High School - Reminder Yearbook (Warwick, RI)

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Ten Years Aftern l'Voodley is the groundhog type of husband who never emerges from behind his morning paper until he is almost late for the Com- muter's Special. One morning, as was his custom, XfVoodley was reading aloud a choice article on Forty-nine VVays to Prepare Cucum- bers. Immediately it brought back memories of another famous forty-nine. I decided that it was time to go back to Lockwood for a visit. Having left VVo0dley with his cucumbers and the children safely away at school, I hopped into my helicopter and took off for the great metropolis of Apponaug. In my ex- citement I failed to notice that I was exceed- ing the speed limit. Suddenly an air cop ap- peared from behind a cloud and told me to pull over, Have a ticket to Judge Robert Downs' court, he said. It was none other than John O'Leary. I said goodbye as hastily as possible, while making a mental note to see attorney Vincent Rosati. Soon the familiar terrain of Apponaug and Vic DiFranco's airport came into sight. I raclioed the control tower for permission to land. Control operator, Bill Ionata, cleared the runways. Someone must have told him about my driving because as I got out of my 'copter, Nurse Barbara VVhitford was on hand with a crash crew led by Dana Ingalls. Dana told me that Stanley Essex and John Stoppard were commercial pilots flying between Appo- naug and Los Angeles and that Shirley Ran- dall and Barbara Burke were stewardesscs on the same line. I called one of Cook's cabs to take me from the airport. I liked their motto, 'fCook's cabs are never late fnot later than 1917, that isj. Bob Wyliiie, the driver, informed me that Bob Richmond was a stone cutter and Betty Caldwell, Ruth Moreau, Victoria Villa, and jean Spencer were operating beauty salons. As we passed the X'Varwick Theater, I noticed that the play was Dear Rose, written by john Bristol and starring Pat Colwell and Art I-Iannafin. Lynn Jacques was the featured dancer. .-Ks we were riding down Main St., I saw Tau nty-four Iimmy Bailey and Al Birch. Believe it or not, they were reporters for the journal. From them I found out that Rosser Donley was sports editor for the same paperg Frannie Waterhouse was a social workerg Betty Isaacs was coach of a professional girls' baseball team, and Kay Golanski was a famous play director. Because time was getting short. I hurriedly crossed the street to Bob XfVhite's drugstore, where I bought a newspaper. The headlines told of Jim Kennedy's successful campaign for mayor. Beverly IVat.son was his secretary, and Jeanne Civito and Anna Ciafrei were on the city council. A resounding slap on the hack and a hearty voice sa3'ing, How about joining me for lunch? caused me to turn around. There was Bob Gregory. president of the Lonely Heart's Club. I gulped my assent, and we went to Murphy's Garden Restaurant. The sweet music of Cairo's orchestra greeted us. just as we were being seated, a roll by the drummer, Marilyn Schmeider, called every- one's attention to the celebrated vocalist, Priscilla Smith. At the end of her number there was a great commotion at the door, and in walked Nellie' Petrarca, Mary Card, Irene Sanocki, Jane Swanson, Natalie Norden, Shir- ley Colvin, Shirley' Fisette, Anna Padula, and Leah Card. I'Vhat is this, Bob, a Lockwood reunion? I asked. He assured me that it was merely the regular meeting of the X'Var- wick Secretaries' League. Dinner over, we drove to Lockwood. The dear old building had not changed a bit ex- cept perhaps there was more ivy on the walls. Much to my surprise I found some of my own classmates on the faculty. Julia Rogers and Carl Schafer were teaching mathematicsg Beverly Veatch, Frances Powers, and Barbara Matteson were English teachersg and Marion Rouse was an instructor of languages. I asked them if they could give me any infor- mation about other members of the class. They told me that Jan Lawson, with the aid of Admiral X'Vyman, was going to take over