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

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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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So?” asked Janie. It ' s still better than staying home.” I suppose you’re right,” answered Susan. You might as well go with him, especially since there’s no one else you can go with, she added frankly. And so the next day when Allen timidly asked Janie if she had made up her mind yet, she replied, Oh, yes! I’d love to go with you, Allen! I wouldn ' t dream of going with anyone else. I just know we’ll have a wonderful time, we were made for each other!” Barbara Mitzcavitch, ’52 Algebra Test I think that I shall never see, An Algebra test come easy to me. When tests come ’round I cram and cram, And hope and pray I ' ll pass that exam. I plug for hours until the day grows old And learn that Algebra right down cold. Then eager next day I go to school, And enter class so calm and cool, So confident that I will pass, Sure I’ll be called a smart l’il lass. The papers are passed without delay Ah, here’s my 100 in Algebra today! I rush through the fractions, oh they’re a cinch! But factoring comes harder; I begin to wince. At the end of the test I feel, oh, so sick. Wishing I’d stuck to plain ’Rithmetic. I stagger out quite pale and white, Few were the answers I got right. Then next day we get our marks — Highest ones first, oh, gee, what sharks. Then he reads mine. What? 43! Oh gosh, oh gee, oh my, oh me. Now I’m sure I’ll never pass, An Algebra test, in Algebra class! Janice Morgan, ’52 Fair Exchange Mugsy” Phelps, one of the United States’ clever- est crooks settled himself comfortably in his pullman chair and gazed about. This car will certainly make a good place for a haul,” he reflected, a smile lighting up his rather serious young face, for in spite of his skill, he was scarcely twenty-five. As the train slid out of the station he opened his magazine and settled back with the bored air of a seasoned traveler. At Sun River several people en- tered the car, among them a fragile girl of about twenty. As the sun was pouring through the window on her face, Mugsy” arose and offered to lower the shade. This she permitted, thanking him timidly. When dinner was announced Mugsy” escorted her. Later in the afternoon she left him to freshen her appearance and Mugsy”, habit stronger than affec- tion, searched her luggage. When Miss Woodard, as she had introduced herself, returned, he greeted her with such a smile that no one would have imagined that all her jewelry was in his pocket. When the train pulled into the station, he hastened uptown to a friend of his who received the gems without much question as to their source. Imagine his surprise when he was informed that they were undeniably paste. Imagine also his surprise when he found that his innocent and fragile little flower had ransacked his luggage and had taken every cent that was in his clothes. He was reconciled to this last, however, as he smilingly reflected that she’d probably be taken in if she tried to pass any of that counterfeit money. Jeanne Jokisaari, ’53 Coward It was about 9:30 on Sunday morning. Officer O’Riley was standing in the middle of Main and Brown Street directing traffic. All at once he looked to the side of the street and saw a familiar sight — little blind Cathy Gooding and her seeing eye dog, Coward. Cathy had been blind from birth and Cow- ard had been a present to her from the police force on her fourth birthday. Coward was a big German shepherd trained accurately to give Cathy his pro- tection. Coward was well named, for although being perfectly trained in all other phases, he was very much afraid of cars. Officer O ' Riley held up his hand and signaled for the traffic to stop, then called to Cathy, All right, honey, you can come across now.” Cathy nudged Coward and they went across the street into the little white church just two houses down. About one-half hour later they appeared again after going to Sunday School. Officer O’Riley put up his hand to stop the traffic and called to Cathy to come across. Just as they stepped off the curb, Officer O’Riley noticed a car coming toward them which seemed to be out of control. It couldn’t stop. O’Riley yelled, because knowing that Coward was afraid of cars he was sure the dog would pull Cathy right into

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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 )