McCann Technical School - Artisan Yearbook (North Adams, MA)

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Tension mounts as the time for our graduation comes. There are things to be done, places to go, banquets and parties to attend. Soon it will be our turn to go out and face the world and show it the training and solid background we have acquired from our patient and wise teachers. A I hope that next year's batch of seniors have as many fond memories of this school as this one has had. Good Luck ! ! Marcia Kondel Chris Donaj Class Will Al Baker leaves his fantastic football ability to Coach Goss. Anne Bishop leaves herself for posterity's sake. Adrian Bissaillon leaves his speaking ability to Mrs. Less. Joe Bolus leaves his delicious homemade lunches to the school cafeteria. Leo Bourdon leaves his shoes, to be filled by his brother, joe. Gerald Bowen leaves an ashtray for the Boys' Room. Larry Bragdon leaves his way with women to Dave Damon. Charlie Briggs leaves his old-age check to Steve Cole Ricky Brooks leaves his unspoken thoughts to Mr. Cardillo. Bill Bump leaves his charm and personality to Marvin Brown. Dave Cardimino leaves the front of the Auto shop to the next class lover. Bruce Carson leaves his mild manners to Dennis Frieri. Dick Contois leaves his wild laughter to anyone who wants it. John Cook leaves his boots to Steve Cole. Bill Cozzaglio leaves his handy man work to an electric saw. Jay Crowley leaves his bald head to Adrian Paquin. Diane DiI.orenzo leaves her petite figure to Debbie Dargie. Chris Donaj leaves her gorilla milk to Bruce Parker. Louise Dragon leaves her hiding place in Food Service to Carol LaPlante. Don Duncan leaves his doughnut holes to Mr. Cantone. Donna Flaherty leaves her hair styling tricks to Anne Dupras. Evalyn Frese leaves her Go-Go dancing outfit to Yvonne Andrews. Bob Gageant leaves a portion of his hair to Mr. Szewcyzk. Dave Gancarz leaves his scholarship to Bob Czubryt. Pete Gancarz leaves his ability to sleep in class to Vinnie Dadamo, if he needs it. Frank Gaspardi leaves the corridors free for Tom DiGennaro and Dale. Tony Girgenti leaves a set of tools to the Machine Shop. Al Green leaves a hack saw to cut those cakes from Food Service. Skip Griswold leaves his studious manner to John Hartwig. Marty Harrington leaves his girlfriends to Paul Baran. Brian Hodgeman leaves his intelligence to John Crockwell. Wayne Howland leaves the hair over his eyes to Mark Harford. Gary James leaves his tap dancing shoes to Bill Wronski. Bob Jones leaves his wild, roaming eye for women to Paul Howcraft. Marcia Kondel leaves Debbie Grant her place as Senior Mrs. Mike Kozlowski leaves a fan for the Boys' Room to keep the smoke from the corridors. Steve LaBelle his role as soloist in the Christmas Assembly to Vic Ziter. Harry Lavanway leaves all his quietness to jeff Polucci. Wayne Lefave leaves his cool rays to the next Class Sharpy. Don Lefebvre leaves his hangovers to Mr. Goss. Mike Levesque leaves his wolf outfit to the next werewolf. Dennis Lincoln leaves his freckles to any sunbather who wants them. Nancy Livsey leaves her burnt cookies to Darlene Ziarnik. Bruce MacLean leaves his stool at the Three-Way to Roger Rice. Rusty Mahar leaves from his seat in detention. Dave Marchegiani leaves his knowledge of cars to next vear's Trouble-shooting contestants. Gary Martin leaves his curly hair to Kim Cairns. Dick Matte leaves his wide-awake eyes to George Trombley. john Nault leaves, finally, McCann School in triumph Al Nowak leaves all his knowledge of control valves to Dave Lewis. Ruth Palmer leaves, gladly. Shirley Palmer leaves her wild habits to Karen Comeau. Carol Parrott leaves her class title to the next class maniac. Steve Phelps leaves the frustrating task of collecting dues to next year's class treasurer. Leon Politis leaves a bottle of Bud. Jan Poplaski leaves Ayh Yuh to the next class clown. Tami Poplaski leaves her hairnet to Albina Nichlen. Tim Randall leaves his tangy spaghetti sauce to Dave Zaleski. jim Rose leaves his four-year detention free record to Bill Lillie. jim Rotolo leaves his Scout to Mr. Goss. Dave Rowett leaves his quietness to Fred Cole. Pete Rowett leaves his teeth to Glen Hanlon. Don Roy leaves his ability to to get caught smoking to Art Santelli. Phil Shallies leaves his shyness to Bob I-lermon. Mark Snyder leaves his Corvair to Paul Baran. Sharon Sturtevant leaves her homemaking talents to whoever needs them. Earl Swartzer leaves his seat under the inspection room table to Wayne Tinney. Joe Tatro leaves his tricks of the trade to Dick Bona. Mary Tattersall leaves her dishwashing chores to Mr. Clean. Jeff Thompson leaves his spine-tingling laugh to Glenn jandran. Bob Upton leaves his double dribbles to Bruce Hart- lage. Dick Viens leaves his notebooks full of answers to Art Varieur. Brian Young leaves forty pounds to Cary Maroni to be used for football. Debbie Zullo leaves her coulottes and mini-skirts to Miss Bellini. Steve Zwiercan leaves his seat in Physics to john Green. by Carol Parrott

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Class istory As naive freshmen, we eagerly entered a new way of life--HIGH SCHOOL! ! We tumbled into the gym bub- bling over with anticipation and nervousness. After Mr. Westall greeted us, some big guy got up and started laying down the rules. Little did we know that this tower of strength was our warden. After formal greetings, pep talks and assignment to homerooms and shops, it was a MADHOUSE! ! We were running all over the place, bewildered, confused, and lost. Seniors gave us wrong directions, lockers slammed, pencils rolled down corridors, notebooks dropped, teachers yelled, combs, ties, sense of direction, and sanity were lost. But it was fLu1! ! Things calmed down as we realized that this kind of life wasn't so great after all. The big guy still hung arotmd giving out orders and detentions. We thought that he was the coach--he yelled loud enough! ! Near the middle of the year we got around to electing our class officers. Under the direction of our newly appointed advisors Mrs. Hatton, Mr. Canedy and Mr. Brazeau, we elected Gary James for President, Herbert Cturnmings, Vice-President, Diane DiLorenzo, Secretary, Gary Martin, Treasurer. Diane held the office of secretary all through four years of high school. One very memorable event was Field Day. It was the first time all year that we were allowed any time for fun. We all had a good time shaving balloons on top of teachers' heads. It was fate and predestination for Mr. Szewczyk. june couldn't come fast enough. Our brains were overworked and needed a break. The last day was just as bad as the first with everybody completely disorganized. Once again you could hear kids running all over the school, lockers slamming, pencils rolling down the corridors, notebooks dropping, and above all else, teachers yelling! We entered school again, but this time a little more wary and hesitant, remembering our freshman year. Our funds had dwindled away to almost nothing, so we had to raise money. Our advisors were skeptical and doubtful at first, but finally agreed to let us throw a car wash at the Artery Arcade. Surprisingly enough, it was a success! ! It was amazing to discover that we had made a profit on the whole deal after paying for the soap and water we had used mostly on ourselves. For the first time in the school's history, girls were allowed to enroll in the Tool and Machine Design depart- ment. It was first established for all males and the instructor was totally unprepared for the shock of females to come. A few minor adjustments and Mr. Keyes thought he was ready, but he didn't fully realize the trying years to come. Our class election brought two faces back on the scene. They were Cary James for President and Diane Di- Lorenzo, Secretary. joe Catrambone was elected Vice-President and Don LeFebvre, Treasurer. In sports we were right on top. Our undefeated football team once again rose to glory. It was back to the old grind again, but this time a little sooner than expected or wanted. By now we were masters at the trade we had entered and settled down comfortably to the old way of life. We were greeted with a flurry of bomb scares. The students didn't mind them, but the faculty and fire de- partment didn't think there were so funny. We wonder why?? Five members of the junior class were chosen to the National Honor Society. There were Larry Bragdon, Bruce Carson, the late Alan Courtemanche, Frank Gaspardi, and Marcia LaFou.ntain, now Mrs. Marcia Kondel. Belonging to the elite, they were real proud wearing their Honor Society jackets, commonly called, brownie jackets. Elections welcomed a new class president, John Nault. Marcia Kondel was elected Vice-President. Diane was once again our Secretary, and Debbie Zullo, Treasurer. Class rings came in toward the end of the year. Everybody went around bragging that he had the best one of all. Most of the boys had to give up theirs to steady girl friends, but not without breaking them in for a few da s first. yY,ou could taste the excitement in the air as june approached. Half of the Junior class spent over a month decorating the gym for the forthcoming prom. We watched the seniors with interest, knowing that our time would be coming, too. As the big night came around, we enviously listened to the seniors talking excitedly about who was taking whom, the wild parties afterwards, and whom they wanted for queen. They were the luckiest kids in the whole school! ! After the prom, we tore down the decorations and helped set up the gym for graduation night. The school was quiet and restful after the seniors took their leave. The teachers all relaxed after the frenzied weeks of preparing the upperclassmen for their graduation. The summer slowly oozed by and it was back to the torture chamber again. We reluctantly returned, hoping and praying for the year to go by as fast as it possibly could. And it has! ! 2 Now we are the lofty seniors to whom the rest of the school looks up to. Backed by persuasive talkers, Mr. Cardillo gave in to them and let us have another Field Day. The last one we had was when we were freshmen. It was off to a slow start, but after a while everyone wanted to participate and the contests had to be held many times over. How can we forget the egg throwing contest with raw eggs? It was so much frm that we regretted having to end it all and go home. The most remarkable transformation was in Mr. Cardillo who lost at least 582 pounds during the summer. Now he drifts through our classes unnoticed during his weekly inspections of the cells. We held our elections for class officers at the end of the Junior year, but during the stunmer, Alan Courte- manche, our elected President was tragically killed in a motorcycle accident. We now had to reelect a President. Albert Griswold who was Vice-President moved up to take Alan's place. Frank Gaspardi took over as Vice-President. Diane DiLorenzo kept her seat as Secretary, and Steve Phelps kept his as Treasurer. This was a year of firsts . A new report system was introduced. Instead of one every two months, students received a report card at the end of the year with the final mark on it. Many students felt that this system was not as beneficial as the old one. I guess that most of us still need our parents signature on the reverse side of the report card or on our reverse side to give us motivation. Mrs. Less took over Mrs. Hatton's place as Senior class advisor when the latter retired. The Trouble Shooting contest was another victory for McCann High School's Automotive department. Under the direction of Mr. john T. White, we have won first place for two years in a row. This year's winning team was Phillip Shallies and Dave Marchegiani. Congratulations! ! just pass on your knowledge to next year's seniors and we've got it made again.

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Class Prophecy As I approached McCann School, nothing seemed changed. Steel girders stood outlined against the sky, and piles of sand, brick, and other construction material were strewn about the ground, so that it seemed like only yesterday that this same sight had greeted me each morning as I arrived at school. Fifteen years, however, had passed, and now in the late spring of 1984, I, Carol Parrott, after having recently been named as America's Lady of the Year had been invited back to McCann to address a student assembly on Poise and Dignity. As I entered the school and passed the office of the Assistant Director, again things seemed like old times as I heard a loud and angry voice coming from this office. Glancing in, lo and behold, I saw john Nault, who had replaced Mr. Cardillo, bawling out a student for having his boutonniere in the wrong buttonhole. When John finished, he greeted me and escorted me to the gymnasium where the student body was assembled. As I sat and looked at the faces in front of me, I was carried back to my school days, and I began to wonder what had happened to all my fellow classmates of the Class of '69. As an old classmate, the Rev. Brian I-Iodgeman, McCann's answer to the religious crisis, gave the invocation, I began to think about some of those whom I had had news about. I remembered that some of the boys had entered government service, and that now Al Nowak was the UN mediator in the Vietnam war, and that Steve Phelps was balancing the budget as Secretary of the Treasury of the United States. I knew that Adrian Bissaillon had taken Congressman Conte's place as representa- tive from this district, and that his pictLu'e had recently been on the cover of TIME magazine as the new Speaker of the I-louse of Representatives. With my mind on magazine covers, I remembered having seen recently the monthly issue of the NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC with Shirley Palmer as the model on its cover. I remembered, too, that Tim Randall had been featured in a recent issue of PLAYGIRL magazine as Rabbit of the Month. Bill Cozzaglio had also made his mark in the magazine world by posing for pictures for MAD magazine. I was shaken out of my reverie by the singing of the McCann Glee Club, and this made me think of Steve La- Belle who was now packing them in at the Metropolitan Opera I-louse, and of Frank Gaspardi who had recently hit the big time with his recording of a Zulu tribal chant. I had read that Ricky Brooks was now the recording technician for Simon G Garfunkel, and that Bill Bump was writing protest verses for this same group. Glancing over the assembly, I noticed among the faculty some familiar faces. John Nault had already told me that some of our classmates had returned to McCann as instructors. Dave Marchegiani and Phil Shallies as Auto instructors had forced the Chrysler Corporation to cancel the Plymouth Troubleshooting Contest as no school was now willing to compete against McCann. jay Crowley was now the related teacher in the Automotive Depart- ment. Noticing Gary Martin with the faculty, I realized that Mr. Keyes finally had an assistant in the Drafting Department. john Cook had also returned to McCann as the fulltime fixer of the controlled readers in the Reading Lab. Dick Viens, though not a member of the faculty, was connected with the school by his job as vice-president of GE in charge of the Co-op students. Following the Glec Club's selection, Mr. Westall introduced the Major of North Adams, jim Rotolo, who was to introduce me to the assembly. At the conclusion of my talk there was complete silence instead of the ap- plause that I expected, but as I sat down, Joh informed me that, following in Mr. Cardil1o's footsteps, he had outlawed applause as too noisy and disruptive. Relaxing over coffee in the tearoom after the assembly, john and I discussed old times and exchanged news about the class members. I-le told me that Skip Griswold was head football coach at Notre Dame and that Al Baker had joined him there as head trainer for the team. He told me that Don Roy had broken the color barrier and was playing for the I-Iarlem Globetrotters. I-le also invited me to stay around for a few days and he would take me to the Armory to see Rusty Mahar, world heavyweight boxing champion, fight Debbie Zullo Gaspardi, U. S. women's boxing champion. Knowing that this would be something to see, and wondering what the out- come would be, I readily accepted John's offer. John filled me in on those class members who had gone into business for themselves. Gary james' potato chips were now a national seller and two of his biggest local customers were Marty I-Iarrington's Samich Shop and Tony Girgenti who had introduced a new Potato Chip Pizza at his Pizza Palace. I remarked that at the assembl I had noticed all of the students wearing multi-colored sunglasses, and John told me that they were Cool Rays the new patented selectomactic sunglasses developed by Wayne Lafave to enable each wearer to select a color to match his mood. I-Ie told me that Leo Bourdon had a successful business going--building barrels for little ol' wine makers, and that Al Green was a successful salesman of luv beads. Pete Gancarz was also a busy salesman, selling the 24-hour sleeping pill recently invented by Dick Matte. Finishing our coffee, john and I left the tea room and as we were strolling down the corridor I came face to face with Donna Flaherty. Donna told me that she had just been appointed dietician at McCann, having closed down her restaurant after hearing it referred to as the Ulcer I-louse. We chatted and exchanged gossip about the other guys and gals in Food Service when we were in school. Ruthie Palmer, according to Donna, was still trying to find out whether blonds do have more fun. Nancy Livsey had built up a successful business selling her burnt cookies as dog biscuits. She also told me that Don Duncan had lately been fired from Dunkin Donuts for losing the donut hole. She said that since I was in the area I should not miss seeing Evalyn Frese's topless GO- Go act which was jamming them in at the Midway every night. In fact, it had been rumored, Donna said, that Bob jones had turned in his keys to all the Playboy Clubs in order to be at the Midway every night! Jan Poplaski, she told me, had been happily married for the past fifteen years, and was employed part-time by the school 30 YH