Maynard High School - Screech Owl Yearbook (Maynard, MA)

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the story of the tie, and the very thought of Albert purchasing the tickets, which she thought, could have been brought about only by the genius that was her He-Man. Little did she realize how much her good time had been tied up with a tie. Barbara Crotty, ’54 Lines Written In 1975 I wish that I was young again, Back in my early teens, Wearing campus jackets, And faded rolled up jeans. I wish that I was young again, And back to school I’d go; I’d like to see the gang again, Walking the halls so slow. I’d like to hear the schoolbell ring, Miss Colburn’s Friday classes sing. Miss Collin’s girls at a basketball game; I ' d cheer them on to victory and fame. I’d like to see Mr. Wassel’s pen, Worn out drawing plays for the football men; I’d like to see Miss Leadbetter’s book, At Julius Caesar I might take a look. Did history classes ever get new books? They needed new ones by the looks. 1 wonder if Miss Hogarty knew I looked at the book and the keyboard too? I wonder if the kids will remember, That hated day back in September? Will they remember the joy at noon, The last one I mean, the one in June? I wonder if they’ll ever recall, The unpracticed rule about study hall? Sure we had homework, that is true, But think of all the fun we had too. Boy, I’d like to be young again, And go to school once more. I ' d love that childhood door. If only God would let me go, Back to the days that I love so, I’d never feel downhearted then, If I were only young again! Georgia Hatch, ’53 Hero or Heel It was the opening game of the Small World Series’’. The Springfield Cubs were playing host to the Branford Hornets at Cross Field in New- Haven. In the first frame the Hornets picked up a single run on a walk and a brace of flukey base hits, but in the bottom half of the same inning Jack White slammed a tremendous drive into the upper deck of the right center field stands, 425 feet from the plate, to tie up the game. Neither team was able to score until the last of the fourth when Jack White again blasted the ball into the lower deck in right field to make it 2-1 in favor of the home team’s ace hurler, Joe Conwell. The fifth inning brought about a three run rally for the visiting Hornets. An error was followed bv a single and a base on balls. The next two batters went down swinging and a third lifted a soft fly ball to slugger Jack White in short center Field. Jack came in too close and then made a drive backward. The ball struck his glove, and then bounced through to allow all three runners to score, putting Branford on top 4-2. It was a dejected Jack White w ' ho removed his favorite willow from the bat rack and assumed his place in the batters’ box in the seventh inning, but Jack came through in great fashion, belting out his third home run of the day. That ended the scoring until the ninth when the Cubs, with tw ' o men retired, started to rally. A pair of singles and a base on balls loaded the sacks and brought to the plate Jack White who had already smashed out three roundtrippers in three tries. The Hornets all grouped around their pitcher giving him a few words of advice before he pitched. White watched a fast ball and a curve miss the plate and he had the pitcher in a hole. Another fast one cut the heart of the plate before a drop was too low. White swung on the three and one pitch and drove the ball far out of sight in right field, foul by inches. Then, on the three and two count, White swung again, but this time the ball was not lost somewhere in the stands; it had nestled into the catcher’s glove and the game was over. Branford had won the first game of the series by a 4-3 score, and then went on t cop the series in four straight games, all because of a center fielder whose three run error couldn’t be offset by his three homers. Robert Larson, ’51 Paul Coolidge, Police Detective Paul Coolidge of the fifth precinct had made his grade and had become a detective. Since he had not been assigned to any specific cases he loafed and played gin rummy with Mulrooney, the desk sergeant. The telephone which the sergeant disliked intensely ( 8 )

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its path. But instead Coward lunged back and knocked her down just as the car hit. O’Riley ran to Cathy and picked her up. Are you all right, honey?” he asked. Yes,” replied Cathy crying a little, as she said, There was a car. Coward doesn’t like cars. Is he afraid ?” Officer O’Riley stooped down patting the big dog and whispered, No, Cathy, he won’t ever be afraid again.” Coward was dead. Lee Eley, ’53 Tie Game Barbara Lane and Albert Jones were sitting in a booth at Pop’s Soda Fountain. Albert was in one of his moods and just the day of the Junior Prom! He had already purchased the corsage but he could not, no matter how hard he tried, raise the money for their tickets. This was mostly Barb’s fault because she loved strawberry sodas and two a day, her average, meant forty cents out of poor Albert’s allowance! Albert was sort of an Archie” if you know what I mean! He got into so much trouble with his teacher, Mrs. Brandy, and principal, Mr. Leatherbee. I don’t think they’ll ever forgive him! It was just this morning that Albert had been told to turn in his football uniform, for Mrs. Brandy had found him smoking Mr. Leatherbee’s pipe in the English class. It was while they were discussing the heartbreak- ing ticket situation, that Barb’s brother Spidel” came running into the store all excited. Spidel pretended he didn’t hear his goofy” admirer Flo yelling to him in her squeaky voice. But the looks of her enormous figure sent him out of the store faster than he had come in. It scared him to think of all the money he had spent to buy her sodas ! Why, he had overdrawn his allowance four months in advance already, be- cause of Flo’s big appetite! When a dejected Barb and Albert left Pop’s, they met Spidel around the corner. Excusing himself, Spidel took Albert aside and asked him if he could stay at his house that night, because Flo would be expecting him to take her to the Prom and she must never know where he was hanging out ! The last time Spidel had taken Flo dancing she wasn’t half so fat, but he still ended up with three broken toes, or anyway, that’s how it felt to Spidel ! — and besides he’d had to buy himself another pair of shoes ! ( 7 Albert, whispering, said he’d give his consent on one condition — Spidel must first get him the money for the Prom tickets. The matter settled, Albert went off to meet Barb, but Spidel went straight home. He was the type of guy, who, no matter what the consequences, did as he pleased. Suddenly an idea came across Spidel’s mind. Because tomorrow was Dad’s birthday, Barb had just purchased him a nice tie. Spidel would take his own moth-eaten cravat and put it in the box which he would then very carefully wrap and leave in the exact place he had found it in Barb’s closet. He would do this so that if Barb ever picked it up again the package would weigh the same, almost! But what, thought Spidel, is a couple of ounces? She’d never guess that he had returned the tie to the store and received a three dollar refund. Spidel would never say anything and he was quite sure Pop would understand when he explained it was for Barb’s own good. Men would stick together, and furthermore Barb was Dad’s favorite and he did everything he could to please her! That night Barb was just coming down the stairs in her gown, wondering why she had wasted the time to dress, when the doorbell rang. She ran to the door, and there stood Albert in his tuxedo; in one hand was the corsage, a beautiful one of yellow roses — and in his other were the tickets! Barb was so pleased she kissed Albert right on the cheek! I’m sure he didn’t mind, because he kissed her right back. The Prom over, Barb and Albert returned to find Spidel waiting for a report of the evening. The first thing they did was tell Spidel that Flo had missed him. Spidel said he didn’t care, but you could tell by looking at him that he was troubled. Then his face lighted up again as he told Barb a big white lie. He said that Dad had stumbled across the gift on her bureau and noticed it was addressed to him. He didn’t think you’d care so he opened it up,” went on Spidel. (Dad winked at Albert) — Then,” he continued, he was so overjoyed about the tie, he wrapped it up again to give to his boss, who has a collection of rare and expensive ties.” Dad got up and gave Barb the money to buy him another one just like it. Spidel felt pleased to think that Dad had liked his exaggerated description of the tie. There will always be a doubt in Barb’s mind as to how Dad happened to find the package, but she never mentioned it to him because the doubt was over- shadowed by three other happier memories — the lovely evening at the Prom she’d never forget, the look of pleasure on Dad’s face as Spidel related” )

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began to ring fiercely. Mulrooney lazily picked up the receiver and listened. • ' Yes — sure — O. K. — I’ll send someone over right away,” Mulrooney said. What’s up?” said Paul. Another crackpot claimin’ there’s a ghost haunting her joint. The address is 67 153rd Street. Just drive over there and see what’s stirrin’ up the old biddy,” answered Mulrooney. Detective Coolidge drove to the address, found the house, and parked in the driveway. The house, a typical Victorian mansion, stood bleak and dreary in the gathering dusk. The darkness gave it a more eery look. Paul climbed the rickety stairs, went to the door, released the knocker and waited. The knocker made a noise, a hollow sound, which re- echoed when the massive oaken door swung open. A little old lady answered his knock, wearing clothes common fifty to seventy-five years ago. Good evening, I’m Detective Coolidge from headquarters,” he said, producing his wallet which contained his badge. I’ve come to pursue the ghost and maybe seize him.” That satisfies me greatly,” replied the woman in a sweet but mysterious tone. Won’t you come in?” Paul stepped inside, his eyes adjusting themselves to the dark. Turning around to speak to the woman he was amazed to find her gone. Noticing a stair- case and remembering that ghosts usually hang out in attics, he decided to look there first. Strolling along the upper gallery he did not notice the clutch- ing hand reach for him! What strange adventure has Paul Coolidge walked into now? Listen in tomorrow for the second excit- ing episode of Paul Coolidge, Police, Detective, brought to you by Sudsy the so . , .” Click! Mother, is supper ready yet? Philip Murphy, ’53 Dora ' s Diary Januery — Yesterday wuz my birfday party. I bloo out all the 8 candels on my cake. The kids had a good time at my party accept today we wuz all sick and week and deleerius with a dredful diseese called the Mumps. I think it shood be called the Bumps cuz that is what I got under my chin. I look jest like the fat lady at the sircus only she had bumps in lots of places. Feberary — Washintons berfday is today and mama thinks I shood see him as a xample. I can’t cuz I got a ax but aint got a cheery tree to chop down. There wuz lots of snow but Mama dont want no snow balls throne. What good is snow? I staid in and lissen to the radio. A man sang a song called SOAP GETS IN YOUR EYES. I dont see how he felt like singing with soap in his eyes. It was a love song. Now I no what papa meens when he sez love is blind. March — Tabby died today and papa woodnt let me berry him cuz the ground was frozen. Papa took Tabby away and I cood not have a fooneral for my poor cat. I cried. I think of Massa in the cold, cold ground and hope Papa berried him near Massa so they can warm each other up. Aprel — Rain today all day long. Papa sez the rain falls an Thajust Thunjist and it rains on all of us In Maynard even if we don’t desurve it. I wish Thajust and Thunjust wood move away so it would stop raining. May — Got a May baskit today full of candy but Mama made me give bruther sum. She said it is more blessed to give then receive. I think she meens it is better to give a pest some then to have him take it. Jane — Grampa came today to visit. Grampa is a old old man. He needs a stick to hold him up wen he walks. He has got cobwebs all over his face cuz he is so old. Nora my best girl fren came wen Grampa wuz here and we talked about Grampas face. Nora sed her mama had dimples on her face. I sed thats nothing my mamas got pimples on her face. That Nora makes me sick, allways boasting. July — I went pickin blue berrys today but the cows looked at me. Such awful big eyes. I got scared and dropt my pale. I went over the stone wall and sat down on a nice pile of sand. Pritty soon I got up fast cuz I was bit. I guess the ants got mad cuz I sat on there home. I wuz mad too cuz I had to sit on a piller the rest of the day. Awgust — Today wuz a terible day. Broke Mamas yeller vase and I new she wood be mad so I washed the kitchin floor for her but she wuz madder when she got home cuz I used the face doth to scrub the floor. Mama told me to put a egg on the stove to boil but I didn’t put water in the pan. Mama wuz mad again cuz the egg was busted and burnt and the pan had a big hole in it. It sound like pop corn. I spraid purfume around the house to make it smell elagent but Mama got awful mad cuz I took her French Purfume. I wuz sent to my room jest like a prizner. September — Didnt have enuf room to rite all the things for Awgust so had to use the September page for that. Nothin in September anyways only school.