Milford High School - Oak Lily and Ivy Yearbook (Milford, MA)

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THE, OAK, LILY AND IVY. 19 I copied the signs on the back of a set of calling cards which I had in my pocket, passing them on to him as each message took its form. I must have sat there for fully three hours when all signs of animation van¬ ished, but it was a thrilling three hours, a three hours that had a charm for me, for I knew that I was one of the first to communicate with that planet which had been the despair of scientists for nearly a decade. My companion by this time had succeeded in translating all the messages by the code which he had brought to light after years of discouraging research, and he read them to me from the very cards which I have retained as a souvenir of this memorable evening. In the same way I shall now read to you at this time the messages I received. I am a Martian Spiritualist. For ages the wish of scientists on your planet to talk to my people has haunted me. I feel I shall satisfy at least one soul in in¬ forming him of the fortunes of his former classmates in the Milford High School. “Of many lines Hester Carter has had her Pick, But the postmistress job she holds pretty slick. For she’s extremely accurate and never fails; I’ll say she knows how to handle the mails. “Bennie Kurlansky is still just the same, And he’s developed a wonderful musical fame, Nobody thought that our classmate would do so, But you never can tell, for he rivals Caruso. “Francis Thomas is boss of a fine cabaret; The “Garden of Eden’’ is the name, they say. Each feature is charming and before one would leave, . One would honestly say ’twas a place fit for “Eve.” “The music is cleverly played, you can bet, And it’s done by the great “Bolshevik Quintet.” There’s Visconti and Nelligan and even Paul Lynch, Who with long flowing whiskers make work a real cinch. The laughing duet is a feature, they say, And of course it’s accomplished by Shea and Paquet. “There’s many an audience put in a trance When Ida Gould and Bill Fairbanks start in to dance. “But applause is plenty and critics are rare, When Katie and Abe Kurlansky are there. “The explanation of Bessie McCrae’s happy look Has now come to light—She’s become a real Cook. “The firm of Santosuosso and Jackson In the business world is an essential faction. Mary, as hairdresser, is clever and wise, While Chris labors on making cosmetics and dyes. “Isadore Casey has gone in for sports; Now she’s playing star tennis on the world’s greatest courts. When interviewed by a newsman on the subject above She said, “I know little of playing, but a lot about ‘Love’!”

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18 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. themselves once. I started in the direction of the sign only to find the place boarded up and an additional sign: “Moved to Pine Street.” Directly in front of the building a troupe of street musicians were preparing to play. An Italian with flowing dark hair announced the name of the selection: Burke’s Speech in Harmony.” A peculiar subject it was and a terrible tune without a doubt. Fingers were placed in ears and the shuffling of feet signified the universal displeasure which was offered by this apparently new form of harmony. When the last note of the selection blended with the hum of business, I approached the leader and I asked him the idea of the peculiar title and tune. He replied that he was endeavoring to show r the citizens of Milford the ab¬ surdity of teaching Burke’s Speech in High School. He said to me, “I can re¬ member how the class of 1920 despised that piece of literature.” “The Class of 1920,” I gasped. “Pray who are you?” “My name is Introini and here are my partners in crime—Signor Calabrese, on my left and Mademoiselle Bourcier at the extreme right,” and he bowed low with pardonable pride. So great had been my surprise that a nearby telephone pole offered my only means of support, and when power was once more returned to me, I extended a trembling hand and introduced myself. During the animated conversation which followed, they informed me that Anna Provost and Henry Volk were in Grand Opera, the latter as director of the orchestra of the Chicago Opera Co.; and I also learned that Hattie Lundgren was on the stage. We had often prophesied an excellent future for Hattie; she had such a charming speaking voice, and all the qualities of a successful actress were hers. Then after wishing them good fortune I was once more on my way, keeping step with the rhythm of their next selection. It was not long before I was half-way up Bear Hill. Suddenly I espied a form rushing from the top of the hill and waving his arms ' frantically about in the air. As he came nearer I heard his excited shouts: “I’ve got it, Ah, at last I’ve got it!” His eyes were red rimmed from anxious study and the bones protruded sharply out above the hollow of his cheeks. He grasped me by the arm and pulled me farther up the steep slope. “Mars!” he bellowed, “Mars!” “What do I care about your mother?” I panted, but gradually it dawned upon me that he might have established communication with the planet Mars. A large observatory loomed up before me with huge instruments seeming to pierce the Heavens and I began to believe that my surmise was a correct one. As he dragged me through the open door, I saw the name—“Hartwell Observatory,” but there was no time to think, and no time to be either surprised or pleased, for he thrust me into a chair and bade me place my eye at the end of a gigantic tele¬ scope. “Look!” he exclaimed. My eye glanced anxiously up the length of the instrument and rested on a large but dim sphere. Mars, sure enough! Suddenly a large white area! ap¬ peared on the darker surface of the planet and dark objects smaller than an ant in size moved restlessly about seeming to describe queer figures on the lighter surface. “It looks like Chinese script,” I said. But his only answer was an excited, “Record them!” '

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20 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. “Dot Cahill, Agnes McKenna, and our dear little Carrol Are turning in money by the bushel and barrel. Their book of advice is one splendid perfection, “The Beauty in having a charming complexion.” “Frank Mellen is happy. He was wed to the best Now he’s raisng little melons far out in the West. “In the class of 1920 was one charming young girl Who climbed rapidly up in the great movie whirl. Cute Marie Cendella, a Virtuous Vamp, Unconsciously lures many men to her camp. They worship her, pray for her, and it’s really no fake, But Marie keeps on smiling, and hearts have to break. “To the private mansion and the great lecture hall One of our classmates has answered the call. Catherine Dillon is teaching her pupils to speak Very loud and distinctly, and not soft and weak. “The name Doane has become as old as the hills, For Walter, like his forefathers, makes kidney pills. “Hortense Fister keeps her pupils in step As Athletic instructor at Nipmuc “prep.” “With his feet on a desk, in his mouth a cigar, John L. Davoren still tutors advanced Algebra! “Adele Debs went four years to a Normal School, Now she’s keeping her students right up to strict rule. She was struck on the way of old Massachusetts, So she went back to Ohio to introduce it. “Richard Bolton Archibald Gilfoyle With mother’s help on ages does toil. He scientifically reveals a person’s age With hardly a wink and without turning a page. Whoever his patron, he most always will say, “I was 16 years old 10 years from today!” “Annie May Edwards and Pauline Mahan Get as near to Heaven as they possibly can. Their airplane “Napoleon” is a brilliant success In taking Medway students to and from M. H. S. “In the class of 1920 was one aspiring young boy; By name he was known as Louis Gilroy. He has made himself famous as a smart business man, And on Wall Street he is earning all he possibly can. “In a popular city, ’neath a great circus tent, The money of thousands of people is spent In watching a girl deftly posed on a rope With sweet smiling features and the greatest of hope. With this information ’tis easy to guess That Rose Vitalini is our latest success.