Millis High School - Mowhawk Yearbook (Millis, MA)

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Arm in arm we strolled to Schrafft's and over a cup of coffee and dessert, we relived the past ten to twelve years. How wonder- ful it was reminiscing once again--the third time in just a few short hours! Suddenly Alice said, Rae, you must come with me. Whatever are you talking about, I asked. Alice would give me no satisfaction and just pulled me along with her. Before I realized where she was taking me, I found myself seated in a large auditorium, crowded with excited and impatient men and women. Who, what, where, I began, but suddenly a sh-sh-sh was heard and there on the plate form was a young man giving forth of himself and his wisdom a la Billy Graham of 1950. Recognize him? whispered Alice. Uh-uh, I replied. None other than our own quiet John Young. I gasped Not Johnny. Yet my eyes did not deceive me; for sure as there'll be the sun in the morning, there stood Johnny, voice pleading and beckoning, his very soul giving of what he knew was and is in store for mankind. After the lecture, Alice and I exchanged farewells and I hur- ried on to meet the folks. We returned home, dined and adjourned to the living room to relax and watch TV for a while. After John Cameron Swayze had completed his national news, he jolted me out of my seat with his next item. A young lady, unknown to the sports world, had disguised herself and succeeded in winning the $150,000 Irish Sweepstakes. 'Tis said, Swayze continued to comment, Pat Brodeur, the victorious jockey, riding Lucky Bob, had gained her experience in her senior play. The rest of the evening was very quiet and restful with only one pleasant interruption. I received a telegram from my boss, Evelyn. She had signed Betty to a contract writing the news of the day from one of the most glamorous cities in the States, Hollywood. Betty had always desired to become a jurnalist, and I was happy for her, Great day in the morning, I said, one might say that the New York Times is run by Millis folks and women folks at that. The following morning I drove down to the post office to pur- chase a book of stamps. At the entrance, was a baby carriage with one of the lovliest infants I have ever seen. I stopped to admire it and was surprised to compare the resemblance of the child to my former classmate Helen Ward. No sooner had that thought crossed my mind when out walked Helen. Once again I enjoyed the warm hand- clasp of friendship and soon found myself accepting her invitation to visit her the following evening. I'll have a surprise for you when you come over, was her parting remark. Surprise should not have been the word, for when I did arrive at Helen's, who, but Joshua and Danny, were there. After our initial greetings, we settled down to discuss our happy hours during high school days, Finally, I asked Joshua what his interests were. Are they still cattle and women? I asked and shyly he replied, Well, partially. After a bit more coaxing, he told us he was experimen- ting in the breeding of cattle. It's back breaking milking those cows, so I'm cross breeding a Holstein with a camel, and pray for a 23

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22 Personal foul on 12. Yes, Lorraine had carved herself a wonderful career; she had been the athletic type ever since I could remember. At noon the four of us lunched together and after a social half hour I bid them farewell, hoping our paths would cross more fre- quently As I had promised to join the folks and drive to Boston with them, I returned home to find mother completing a sale with her Fuller Brush representative. A quick look, then a long second one, and smiles and handshakes were exchanged, for there stood none other than Lenny. His shy innocence plus his confidence in himself and his product had been the chief factors in his success as top salesman. The years had been kind to him and though he canvassed this area, his home was in Boston. Joanne, he informed me, had suddenly become fond of animals and was now a breeder and trainer of canines. She boasts of having the largest kennels in the state and thoroughbreds, no less. Why, her den, Lenny went on to relate, is a trophy room. Her dogs may have the ribbons, but she sure has the chips. It was wonderful talking to Lenny, but that trip to Boston was waiting. Though he said, Good day, he did promise.to drop in and visit me the week-end before I left for New York. While riding into town, the folks and I discussed the recent elections and their outcomes. Suddenly Dad said, By the way, did you know that the Phil White just appointed to the cabinet is none other than your former classmate? I don't envy him trying to find a way out of the red for the United States. I was flabbergasted. All I could think of saying at the moment was, Imagine that--our little Phil, practically the President of the United States. Whoever would have thought that. Come to think of it, Dad, did you realize that Marilyn, who struggled and fought with every ounce of her strength, in last vear's ten-h our filibuster, was also my classmate? You don't say was the only remark I heard. I still think Marilyn had a point. Once in town, we separated, and I chose to wander about--just taking in the sights, and noticed the changes in the past decade. Be- fore I knew where my feet were taking me, I found myself on West St. and there from the second floor of a newly erected building was a sign reading, Kasakaitis Garment Mfg. Co. Guaranteed Form-Fitting. We don't slip or slide--We just hold your hide. Immediately I knew that was Dick, but I just couldn't reason how or why he ventured into that field. I was about to investigate when someone turned me about and exclaimed, Why hello, Rae, and who but Alice was standing there gayly smiling up at me. Of all the angels in heaven, TI replied. How are you and what and where have you been doing and keeping your- self? Oh dear, she laughed, you remember me--I'm still a star gazer--still eyeing and studying those heavenly bodies. Those same heavenly bodies? JI asked. No, not the same, but heaverly bodies all the same, she laughingly replied.

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24 long-legged cow. I'll let you know if I succeed, he smiled. tAnd you, Danny, I said. Have you found the work you most enjoy? ‘Ah shore did and what fun I'm having, he laughed. Josh and Helen joined him; but I was still bewildered until he said, Well, I'm chief of sanitation at Pembroke and don't you laff-- it's a responsible job with pullenty of laffs. Leastwise, ah enjoy it and they enjoy me.” And so the evening was spent, with a bit more of small talk, scrumptuous food, and fond farewells. The next few days I spent at family reunions and no less than three reunions with some of the aforementioned classmates. I so dreaded the hour of parting with this new-found world of mine; but such is the life of a career woman, so mid tears and vows, I boarded my plane and soon was in New York. Feeling completely exhausted after a week's vacation at home, I decided to treat myself to my very first trip to a beauty salon for a reconditioning program. There I was led into a private room and bath, and instructed to soak in a special hot solution for fifteen minutes. Once relaxed on a special prop, I rang and in walked a familiar person--land sakes alive, it was Anne Louise ready to massage and help revive me. Friend in need is a friend indeed I greeted, and not before that did Anne Louise realize who I was. I dare say never were the hands of a masseuse so firm yet so gentle and never was a girl more grateful. After Anne Louise had given me another hold on life, we had lunch sent up to us. Over steaming coffee, I related the glori- ous week I had just spent at home; and with each tale, she would suddenly rock forward, slap her thigh and say, I just knew that Phil would amount to something, or Imagine, Helen with a lovely family, or Josh, Danny, and Len, the three musketeers. We both agreed that though we did not have the largest class ever to be graduated from Millis High School, we most certainly can claim having had the one most likely to succeed, as time alone has proven.