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

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JOHNSON HIGH SCHOOL solving some of the country’s most difficult cases, was headed by none other than our Georgie. After a brief conference, our little business was cleared up and since it was getting rather late in the afternoon, I suggested that we hurry and shoot a few holes of golf. As we left the office, I inquired why he had two secretaries. He replied that they were Edith Lundquist and Marion Lyon, and if you hired one, you had to hire the other also. When we stepped outside, Frances Whittaker, the newly appointed police woman, appeared and handed George some reports on her latest investigations. At last we climbed aboard George’s Packard and were whizzing down the road. Along the highway I saw numerous billboards headed “A. Payne’s National Advertising Co.” Directly underneath stood the slogan, “We Tell the World.” Riding by, I noticed Helen McCarthy’s face slapped all over the front of one of the billboards, flashing that demure “come hither” look in her eyes. Pat was listed as the singing and dancing star of the Ziegfeld Follies. Below were the words, “To keep my million-dollar throat in condition, I smoke Luckies. They satisfy.” On another poster appeared Kay Daw’s lovely fac-simile. The recently elected Miss America was advertising Madam Binn’s beauty formula, for captivating skin. Speeding through Andov er, George called my attention to Eileen Lavin and Eliza¬ beth Handy, who were busily gossiping over the backyard fence while hanging clothes in their respective backyards. Arriving at the golf grounds a great deal of cheering reached our ears. We soon learned that Virginia Driver, noted sportswoman, had just succeeded in annexing the Ladies’ State Golf Championship by trouncing her opponent 5 and 4 in the finals. After we had prepared to tee off for the first hole, I noticed something familiar about my caddy’s face. He was a little tot with a mop of curly red hair, all over his head, freckled face and pleasant smile. He was also chewing gum with expeditious momentum. I could resist no longer, so I asked, “Is your name McEvoy?” “Sure,” he replied. Instantly I recalled Red and inquired how his father was. I learned that his pop, the dub, (as the youngster put it) was Chief of the North Andover Police Force. It seems that his wife, had a close relative on the Police Force who secured Red a position, and he gradually worked himself up. After finishing the first hole we were held up somewhat at the second by two flubbers ahead of us, who seemed to be having difficulty in striking the ball to the proper place. I noticed one to be a distinguished looking gent with a natty beard and mustache. As we passed, George to my surprise introduced the fellow behind the facial embroidery as Raymond Amory Towne, Jr., A. B. B. C., etc. Towne, I soon learned, was a noted scientist specializing as a theorist and mathemati¬ cian. He had gained national prominence by proving several fallacies in Einstein’s “Relativity Theory” and was now setting up his own equation for man’s existence and movements as pertaining to fluctations of atomic bodies in Mars and Venus. His golf partner and colleague, Gordon Andrew, was also a noted professor. They had together startled the world by their publication “Benefits Gained by Abolition of Women from Men’s Business and Industrial Life.” Continuing our play, I was five up on my fran at the end of the fifth. On the sixth I as usual slapped my ball 250 yards down the fairway, but George put a terrible slice right into the adjoining cornfield. We climbed over the fence and began searching for the ball in the cornstalks when a ferocious looking farmer suddenly affronted us with an ugly shotgun and started cursing up and down the cornfield. My fright, however, was soon turned to mirth as I recognized Charlie Andrew. As I greeted him, he dropped his murderous mood and was soon aiding in our search. Huck insisted on showing us his farm and some of his new farmer¬ ettes, hut we stated it was getting dark, and we had our game to finish. Completing the match, I went to spend the night at George’s house. The next morning found me again aboard the train, westward bound. I considered my trip a success from all angles and was forced to smile when I thought of some of my old class¬ mates in their present positions. VINCENT MILLER. 24

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1 9 3 5 YEAR BOOK His stage consisted of the back of a huge truck gayly decorated and posted with numerous placards advertising “Dr. Aaronian’s Elixir of All Earthly Ills.” Aaronian soon had the situation well in hand and promised some entertainment before he began his sales. The first attraction featured Alison Pitkin, who came dashing out in carnival attire to do a gay rhumba dance. Next Ralph Champion and his wife, a famous tap-dancing team, came out with a specialty dance number. Then Aaronian presented with much ballyhoo his feature act. He fed Everett Bennett three bottles of said Elixir, who after this stimulation amazed the crowd by snapping horseshoes and juggling huge weights. After this, Aaronian began to sell his medicine and before I knew it I was the sole possessor of one dozen of Dr. Aaronian’s “Elixir for Earthly Ills.” When I heard him mention something the Brooklyn Bridge, I hurried away, as I had no use for it. As I continued my way, a long expensive-looking roadster pulled up, driven by a dignified looking business man. As he spoke I recognized Leonard Windle. After ex¬ changing greetings, I learned that Leonard was a Sunshine Biscuit salesman and was on his way to the High School for a sale. The thought of again seeing the old school after a lapse of fifteen years thrilled me to the core, so I piled in. On the way we stopped for gas at a large garage, bearing in bold letters across the top “Cashman’s Service.” Inquiring of one of the mechanics about my friend, I learned that Frank owned a string of garages throughout New England. He had long ago settled down as a quiet family man, being married as soon as his wife graduated from high school, two years after he did. When we arrived at the school, I was astounded. For here stood a palatial structure with magnificent walls and pillars. Inquiring where the town had struck the gold mine, I learned that Emile Boulanger, wealthy philanthropist, had graciously donated large sums of money to the school in memory of his many, many pleasant years spent there. Roland Gesing was outside diligently sweeping the walk. I discovered that in view of his service put in as a student, the school committee agreed to delegate to him the janitor’s job. Wandering inside I found a pleasant surprise, for seated at the principal’s desk was Tom Ceplikas. After congratulating him I asked about his predecessor, Mr. Hayes, who, I learned had been called away to Washington to help solve some of the domestic en¬ tanglements by his mathematical prowess. Tom also stated that the school had grown to be so large that he had to advertise for a special secretary. Upon his announcement, Mary Roche immediately quit her position as private secretary to the President of the United States and came to serve her Alma Mater. I also discovered that Elaine Eldredge and Dorothy Woolley had teachers’ positions in the school. Here I congratulated Tom again upon his splendid faculty. Phyllis Culpon and Gladys Butterfield were capably managing the lunch room under a new system they had worked out all by themselves. Quality foods for low prices. And now Johnson High had a new athletic coach. Paul Coppeta, former Olympic star, was now producing winning teams for Johnson. Remembering my appointment with the lawyer, I called up “Beanland’s Wide- Awake Taxi Service,” and before I had time to take a little snooze and smoke a few cigars, one of John’s drivers arrived for me. After a speedy ride, I was soon on Essex Street and noticed men standing in groups buzzing with excitement. I soon learned that the cause of the undue activity was an event which was to take place that night. “Tiger Joe” Fitzgerald, the Turkey-Town Terror, was to meet some Greek champ at O’Sullivan Park. Hurrying through the common, I met Nellie Szymosek strolling along the walk with a carriage containing triplets. I was all set to congratulate Nellie when she in¬ formed me that she was a nurse at the local hospital and was just taking Jennie Zabronowicz’s children out for an airing. At last I entered the Cregg Building, the object of my long journey. Here I was surprised to find Mabel Dill scrubbing the corridor floor. But after a short chat with Mabel, I found that she was a novelist and was scrubbing floors to find material for her stories. As I went into the elevator, I noticed Margaret Law stationed inside the information booth across the way. Soon I entered a spacious office richly done up in symmetrical design. Imagine my surprise when I found the lawyer I had come so far to see was none other than George Flanagan. Little had I realized that the “Flanagan Co., Attorneys-at-Law,” noted for 23

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1 9 3 5 YEAR BOOK Class Ballot Best Boy Student Best Girl Student Most Popular Boy Most Popular Girl Prettiest Girl Class Grinds Class Bluffer Teacher ' s Delight Class Vamp Class Humorist Cutest Girl Best Looking Boy Most Innocent Boy . Most Innocent Girl . Best All Around Boy Best All Around Girl Quietest Boy Quietest Girl Most Promising Boy Most Promising Girl Wittiest Boy Wittiest Girl Sleepiest Boy Best Natured Boy Best Natured Girl Most Talkative Boy Most Talkative Girl Class Actor Glass Actress Class Baby Class Dancer Class Eater Shyest Boy Shyest Girl Clgss Sheik Class Poet Class Hcartbreaker . Bpy Athlete G-irl Athlete Laciest Boy Most Beautiful Smile Nerviest Boy Nerviest Girl Raymond Town Thomas Ceplikas . Elaine Eldredge Arthur Aaronian Helen McCarthy Catherine Daw e and Elaine Eldredge Vincent Miller . Everett Bennett Jennie Zabronowicz Arthur Aaronian Phyllis Culpon Francis Cashman Raymond Towne Frances Whittaker Vincent Miller Mary Roche . Gordon Andrew Frances Whittaker Thomas Ceplikas . Elaine Eldredge Arthur Aaronian Mary Roche John BeanJand . Earl Smith Elizabeth Atkinson Arthur Payne . Margaret Hunt Arthur Aaronian Helen McCarthy Jennie Zabronowicz Rene Richard . Earl Smith . Gordon Andrew Elizabeth McRobbie Henry Camire . Catherine Daw . Joseph Budnick Paul Coppeta Elizabeth McRobbie . Roland Gessing . Frank McEvoy Arthur Payne Helen McCarthy 25