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

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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.

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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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Oktober — Today I sat on a chair nex to the stove and the seat was awful hot. Mama wuz mad cuz she had taken the rolls out of the oven and put them on the chair and covered them up with a cloth to keep them hot. I didnt no they wuz there. We had them for super and they looked like pan cakes. Papa lafed and sed she who sits on red hot rolls shall rise again. Mama sed it wasnt funny. November — Thanksgiven turky was good. Papa got a leg and bruther got a leg. I don’t understan why turkeys dont have enuf legs so Mama and me cood have one. Nora my girl fren wuz sick. Her Mama sed she made a pig of herself. I went over to see her but she looked the same and she didnt say Oink, Oink like other pigs. Desember — All I want from Santa Claus is a new diry that has pages for every day so that I can rite lost more. Here ends the pages of my life. Next yeer I will rite lodes of stuff. Dora D. Helen Stokes, ’51 The United Nations Flag The United Nations Flag was the brain child of Albert Johnston, Publicity Director of the National Grange, who suggested that women make and present this flag to every community in the nation. So for the past few months modern Betsy Rosses have gathered that they might express in a tangible way to America and the United Nations their efforts to establish peace in the world. The flag is designed with a field of blue, centered with a map of the world enclosed with a white wreath, blue for truth and white for purity, repre- senting the sincerity of the 2 6 nations who believe and practice Peace on earth, good will to men.” These flags are all hand sewn. The workmanship may not always be expert, but the sincerity behind it is one hundred percent. Long may the United Nations flag wave to the left of our familiar and beloved red, white, and blue. Margaret Jones, ’52 I Pledge Allegiance I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America.” How often have you stood, your hand over your heart, and said these words? Most of us have said them many times, every school day of our life, repeating them after our teacher in the first grade until we had learned this pledge by heart. But just how often have you said these immortal words with the tr ue meaning of them ringing in your heart. Most of us, Fm sure, are just repeating words with no thought to what is behind them at all. To us they are just phrases we rise to repeat every morning because we have to.- But sometime stop to think these words over. You are pledging allegiance, your loyalty, to these United States of America, to your own free country. But our country was not always free. We had to fight and strive for our independence from other domineering countries. Germany and Japan tried their hand at crushing the free world to a state of complete submission to their dictatorship but were defeated by the strength and fortitude of the Ameri- can people and their allies. We acquired our free- dom but the price was high in the cost of lives. Again history repeats itself as Russia, through its satellite country, has attacked Korea, indirectly en- dangering the freedo m of the whole world as once again American citizens are aroused from the tran- quility of their home life and sent to meet the threat of these aggressors. Will such attacks on the peace and freedom of the world continue? It is up to each one of us to make it our responsibility to do our part in obtaining a free, democratic world. We are only high school students now, but we are tomorrow’s citizens. Let’s make ourselves good citizens realizing that now’s the time to start. Each morning when we rise and salute the flag, think of what we are saying and determine in our hearts to follow this pledge, for only through the loyalty of each child, each adult, can we stand as one compact nation ready to meet threat to the peace and freedom of the whole world. I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America.” Barbara Thumith, ’52 Stage Coach Rescue The day was bright. The sun glared on the plains and I had to blink twice to believe it. The sun hadn ' t shown like that for two weeks, two full weeks today. Made a body feel good, it did. The rain-soaked roads and fields sparkled like diamonds. But then came a horrifying scream from Mrs. Perkins. Us cowhands came arunning to meet her at the foot of the stairs. Well, I knew that would get you all up in a hurry, you lazy galoots. I’ve been calling you for a half-hour.” Mrs. Perkins always had a way. Dog-gone her, anyway! Might as well eat some breakfast afore the