North Andover High School - Knight Yearbook (North Andover, MA)

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i 9 3 5 YEAR BOOK Leonard Windle, the senior wizard, leaves his superior technique in scholastic ability and his desires for a Prom to Fernley Wilcox. Frances Whittaker leaves the keys of her piano, some of which are out of tune, to Barbara Eagle. Dot Wooley, one of those unusual girls, leaves her woolev hair to Phyllis Keating. Joe Fitzgerald, who believes that twenty years from now letters with parachutes attached to them will be dropped from the air into little boxes erected for this purpose on the roof, leaves his wisdom tooth to Vitold Gabys who needs a little wisdom. Rene Richard unwillingly leaves his curly hair, after it’s cut, to no one in particular, who may take it or not, who knows? Everett Bennett leaves a few inches of his height to Dan Connelly. Winifred Baldwin leaves her Marlene Detriech figure to Margaret McLay. Jenny Zabronowicz leaves a few of her grapevine curls to Helen Mackie. After much consideration and doubt I have finally decided to leave this school, of course with the consent of our teachers who are extremely kind and helpful in every way concerning the detention room and their helpful explanation of why a pupil is sent to the detention room. Having thus decided to keep what further valuables we may possess to the ex¬ clusion of others, and seeing that the juniors are still ignorant enough to accept them, I hurriedly affix my signature to this most worthy and legal document. On this eleventh day and hour of June, in the year of our Lord, One Thousand Nine Hundred and Thirty-five, I hereby leave this valuable manuscript to our successors. Signed, ARTHUR AARONIAN, in behalf of the Class of 1935. Witnesses: WILLIAM CALLAHAN EDITH L. PIERCE VEVA M. CHAPMAN DOROTHY COLBURN 21

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JOHNSON HIGH SCHOOL “Ginnie” Driver, leaves her broken romance with Everett Bennet to Ruth Dawson and her Boop-boop-doop hicup to Mary Burns. Elaine Eldredge leaves her feminine touch about men to Arlene Walker, who un¬ doubtedly believes in her photographic senior boy friend. Dot Elliot, that shy young blushing violet, leaves her genuine all wool blushes to Dot Reeves, and a bit of her marshmallow fluff hair to Josephine Vernile who can go into business herself with only competition from Frank McEvoy, who won’t be downed when it comes to curls. George Flanagan, the boy upon whom teachers depend but who doesn’t depend upon them, leaves his place in the Dobson-Werenchuck Barge, to Frank Cunio, and his innocence to Bill Currier, who is entirely too inocent already. Ray Gosda, John Beanland’s close companion in nature’s feint, leaves his algebraic talent to John Kane and his size 11 shoe, (he’s, decided to go barefooted,) to Bronislaw Polichnowski, who undoubtedly will have a tight fit. Gerty Gillespie, that astonishing senior, leaves a pair of stockings (she threw ’em away first) to Tishy Roberts and a pair of garters to Stanley Ward. If Stanley can’t use them, he is to give them to Rita McDonald. Paul Hickingbotham leaves his favorite subject, Senior Social Science, to Paul Whittaker, and his beautifully colored hair to Frank Korycki. Libby Handy, leaves her audacious and monstrous figure to Violet Turner and her night slippers, which she uses at two o’clock in the morning, to Rachel Dufton. Margaret Hunt, another of that football hero’s admirers, leaves her French accent to Dot Lebel. Eileen Lavin leaves her preference for graduates to Julia Malek and her sandwich toaster to Phillipa Marchese who just loves toast. Margaret Law, whose fingers fly all over a typewriter, leaves her knack to Dot Taylor, who has quite a bit to learn, and her ruses to save typewriters to Tessie Walsh, who also has a few tricks up her sleeves concerning these matters. Edy Lundquist, most naturally the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Lundquist, leaves a bit of the fudge which she made for the A. A. Play to Marion Currier, and her appetite for these delicious sweets to Helen McEvoy, who by the way, should eat Bon Bons instead. Marion Lyon, a Boxford Belle who dosen ' t ring for every one, leaves her share of the Boxford Moon to Deborah Stillings and her ravishingness for an eraser to Irene LaPrelle. Frank McEvoy, the boy with the most breath-taking smiles (for girls only), leaves his Junior Damsel to James Demetri Evangelos, his beautiful curls, over which he has labored many a spare, to Henry Martin, and his ring to Corinne Lewis. Vincent Felix Miller, the modern Romulus, who has devised new answers for physics problems, leaves his answers to Henry Konicur, and his immense vocabulary, portions of which Webster never heard, to Ralph Joyce . Helen Louise McCarthy, “Pat” for short, leaves her indelible lipstick, which becomes delible when heated, to Claire Carroll, and her preference for boys—freshmen, sophomores, juniors, seniors, P. Gs. and points higher, to Catherine Cunningham. Elizabeth McRobbie leaves her athletic talent to Eleanor Robertson and her tired voice to George Nolan. Arthur Russell Olson leaves his most saintly expression to Joe McEvoy and his booming bass voice to Ruth Kershaw who must use it sparingly with Jimmy. Arthur Tinsley Payne, Jr., leaves his self-made book of facts and his right arm to Anna Moore. Alison Pitkin, who holds a warm spot in the heart of a very sleepy senior boy, leaves the spot to Evelyn Bunker, and her most angelic smile to Mary Koroskys. Catherine Roche leaves her memories of Wood Lane to Yvonne Vandenchecke. She leaves her brief-case, which is always stuffed, with books or otherwise, to Marietta Hill. Mary Roche, the “snuff said” girl who never knows when to say it, leaves her place as a typist to Hannah Goff who may or may not know what it’s about, and her memories of her first case as a lawyer to Viola “Twinkletoes” DeNault. Earl Dale Smith, the atom of the Senior Class, leaves his lamb, just like Mary ' s, only it barks, to Walter Frederick. Nellie Szymosek leaves her dreams of the boy who sits beside her, T. C., to Marie Doiron. Raymond Amery Towne, Jr. leaves his boldness towards girls and his love of dances to that ever giggling junior, Laurence Higginbotham. 20

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JOHNSON HIGH SCHOOL Class Prophecy As I thumbed the pages of a well-worn year-book, I marveled at the fac t that I might again see those faces and visit old haunts in my mission to the East. For here as I sat in the peaceful solitude of my ranch in San Carlos, California, a te egram lay on my lap stating that one of my finest thoroughbreds had broken his leg at Rocking¬ ham Park and my presence was requested at Lawrence, Mass., in order that I might be able to collect insurance from the lawyer of a well-known company. As I went to work packing my grips. I wondered into what walks of life my class¬ mates had separated and if they had changed since I last knew them. I smiled to myself as I remembered some of their latent talents and questioned whether they could have been used to advantage. Already I knew that several of my classmates had reached prominence in the nearby city of Hollywood. Paul Hickingbotham, that great lover of the screen, was due to appear opposite Peggy Hunt, that sweet temperamental actress, in a coming attraction. Soon I found myself aboard a new stream-line express eastward bound. The train was of the latest creation, capable of doing one hundred and seventy miles an hour, and containing all the comforts of home. I found that the whole construction was de¬ signed by the great W. Elmer Cassidy, world known engineer and polytechnical expert. On this train I met Helen Connelly. Helen was just returning from a brief stay in Reno and claimed that she often went there on business. I also learned that she and Gertrude Gillespie had combined their talents and were running burlesque shows in Chicago. Returning to my compartment to have lunch, I was surprised to find that the attractive stewardess was none other than Elizabeth McRobbie. I soon noticed that all the food served, was from Earl Smith Co., “The Suppliers of the Worlds’ Food.” I had always thought that Earl took more than ordinary interest in foodstuffs. Upon completing my meal, I picked up the morning paper and hastily scanned its contents. I noted the date was June 3, 1950, just fifteen years since I graduated from Johnson High and left the dear old town of North Andover. Suddenly I read the glaring headline news that Rene Richard would be the next probable candidate for president on the socialist ticket. He stood for radical changes in the government. On the woman’s page was an article by the noted stylist, Blanche Barwell, who was just entering the field of writing. Today’s topic was “Solving Matrimonial Difficulties and Woes of Home Life; Tried, Tested and Approved by Author.” On the adjoining column was the feature of the page, headed, “Advice to the Love- Lorn,” and edited by Ray Gosda. Turning to the sporting page I found that Arthur Olson, noted psychophysicist and able mathematician, was a race-horse selector. He employed Newton’s gravity laws, combined his own formula for rate of moving bodies under unequal atmospheric resis¬ tances, in making all his selections. Before I realized it, my trip came to an end, and I was soon viewing my home town. I found the buildings had changed very little, but all the faces seemed strange to me. I wandered up Main Street and noted much commotion taking place at Railroad Square. Upon investigation I learned that officials from Boxford were visiting North Andover on a good will tour. A large crowd had gathered to listen to speeches by prominent citizens. Henry Camire, a prominent office holder of North Andover, dog catcher to be exact, was acting as the master of ceremonies, ably introducing each speaker. It did not take me long to find out that the crowd was waiting patiently for Joe Budnick, a by-product of local schools and present Mayor of Boxford, to speak. How¬ ever, when the time came, Joe was reluctant to do so and complained of a sore throat, much to the crowd’s disappointment. In the group I met Betty Atkinson, a social worker, and Dot Elliot, a E;d Cross nurse. They were both very cheerful and amicable, as they were looking for my five dollars to help buy water-wings for the flood victims of the Shawsheen Valley region. Having been a steady contributor to Helena Roche’s fund for blind and stray cats and dogs in California, I realized the plight of these unfortunates and graciously gave the demanded sum. By this time the rally had broken up, but the crowd was soon reawakened by a clamor of bells and the screech of sirens. Arthur Aaronian, sensing a business opportunity, came trouping in with his medicine show. 22