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

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JOHNSON HIGH SCHOOL Ruth Derby, Hilda Binns, and Nellie Summers— joint owners of “Mazie’s Millinery Shop” (with styles to make Schiaperelli look corny.) Esther Forgetta— Parker House waitress. (Your prophet’s arches almost fell when he saw her there.) Sarah Lewis and Ida Narushof— ditto. Walter Kozlowski— versatile chef whose specialty is fried egg a la King and who weaves in and out among tables like an African fire dancer. Breeze Ayer— editor of the “Bi-Weekly Blast,” Editorial Chairman and Plenipotentiary in Matters Journalstic, to be exact, and sporting a Van Dyke to boot. Kenny Dill— “Blast” sports editor. Police Officer George Martin— who threatened your prophet with a ticket for flying too low, but relented to the extent of a police escort. Deke Young— Center position, Boston Bruins. (Your prophet almost swallowed his upper plate upon learning this.) Editor Ayer in his lighter moments— hocky fan with wife Pauline, and with three offspring bawling for the little black thing flying around on the ice. Ernie Fionte— Boston cabbie. (Rang your prophet’s fare up to charity for old time’s sake.) Frank Hill— janitor at the Boston Garden, working up the hard way, aim¬ ing at the Bruin’s bench by next year. Benjamin Topping Isherwood— proprietor of the Statler Hotel. Irene Byrom— formal hostess and professional sob sister at Benny’s Stat¬ ler night club. Jimmy Nutter— Benny’s boss of bustling bell hops. Mae Barnes— head of Statler complaint department, with plenty of snappy answers for wise guys. Virginia Carvell— prominent educationalist, lecturer, and recent winner of the Nobel Literature Prize. Bob and Mac— “Ladees and gentlemen, the Rhythm Review starring that famous pair of rhythamaires, Bob and Mac, known to the crumbs of the upper crust as Robert Farrell and Barbara McHale.” And these three: Compilers of Scientific Data and Research Experts Ex¬ traordinary, Dr. Frank Thompson, Ph.D., B.S., A.B., N.R.A.; President’s Assistants, Doctors Ralph Pratt, B.S., and Thomas McCubbin, B.S. (The eminent Dr. Thompson is known for his attempts to originate a new style of walking which will exercise one hundred twenty-seven muscles whereas the known method only puts one hundred twenty-six to use. Doctor Pratt is now engaged in disproving Olm’s Law. Think of the suffering caused by that law back in 1939! Doctor Mac has given the world a machine which makes a million toothpicks a second at the cost of a quarter of a cent.) Sam Turner— millionaire in a Rest Home (a grouchy son-of-a-gun.) Ruthie Whittaker— his nurse. Phyllis Killam— owner and operator of said Rest Home. Marg Keating and Winnie Temple— waitresses at “Grandma’s V ee Sand- which Shoppe.” (“What’ll it be, kid?”) George Page— Blast” columnist. I quote Mr. Page: “The long awaited play, “Her Bad Night” hit the footlights in the Astor’s matinee and played to an awed crowd of sixteen. The theatre was fumigated this morning and a Shakesperean revival will fill the bill for matinee today. A stellar cast plays 28

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1939 YEAR BOOK James Nutter, the freshman thriller, leaves a few of his undergraduate girl friends to John Casale. George Page leaves a few of his toys to Clifton Stone, and his ability to get called down by Miss Cook to Joe Jacobs. Mae Barnes leaves her Saturday night jazz session at the Crystal Ballroom to Dirothy Kreusel. Shirley Nussbaum leaves some of her manners along with a little of her reserve to Eleanor Valpey. James Yule leaves his heart to Janet Kershaw. He also donates those un- forgetable crutches to the pilot if the 19.39 football team, John Ranfone, just in case somebody like Turk gets a Charlie horse. Genevieve Kane leaves her daily jaunts to her residence in South Lawrence to anyone who likes to hike. Cecelia Gulanowski, the girl who gets along with anybody, leaves this ability to Kathleen Long. Ida Narushof leaves her height to the dear old halls of Johnson. Phil Young, our speed demon who can scrape hub caps with oncoming cars, leaves this ability to Robert Miller. He also bequeaths to Phil Kelley his technique in doing a hundred yard dash in ten seconds. Having hereby come to a conclusion, I have decided to give those worthy Juniors a fair chance, seeing that they are ignorant enough to accept such offers, and am anxiously affixing my signature to this most worthy and legal document. On this sixth day and hour of June, in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred and thirty-nine, I hereby leave this valuable manuscript to our beloved successors. WILLIAM DRISCOLL CLASS PROPHECY THE WORLD OF TOMORROW Your Phophet Interviewed (Special article by the Alumni Editor of the 1950 “Journal”) ORD was slipped to me that our illustrious alumnus, the Right Honor¬ able Brian McKiernan, prophet and writer, was sailing for Europe on the French Liner. I hastened to the boat. He proved a veritable mine of information. He knew so much about the men and women who had attended Johnson in the good old days of long ago that I pleaded with our editor for a special alumni issue. Since funds were as usual unavailable, I contented myself with this 1939 roll call. Garvey, Gillespie, and Callahan— renting stalls on the Brooklyn Bridge to the Aztecs for the World’s Fair held eleven years ago. Tom Pendlebury and Americ Lanni— selling gasoline, three parts water, one part kerosene, and a sixteenth part gas (just enough to give it an odor.) McLay— proprietor of McLay’s Multichromatic Men’s Store. Amshey, Foster, and Driscoll-— representatives for “The Night Owl’s Es¬ cort Service.” (Your prophet noted a battered Chevrolet coupe parked outside the office, existing in a state of suspended animation or defying Newton’s law of gravity, and thus still extant.) Mary MeCallion— secretary to aforesaid Demosthenes. 27

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1939 YEAR BOOK ‘MacBeth.’ The title role is handled to perfection by that veteran of the foot¬ lights, Kenneth Brierley. Co-starred with Brierley is Ruth Curley, that well known gal geared to the speed of Lady MacBeth. This spells a great show in any man’s language.” Shirley Nussbaum— Ruthie’s make-up girl. (Two members of Johnson faculty inspired Miss Nussbaum years ago.) J Fannie McRobbie— air hostess. Betty Hodge— I quote your prophet. “I passed a swanky women’s store that smelled of Park Avenue, Looking inside I saw Betty Hodge doing her best to sell some Amazon a dress. f F opened the door and walkd in. I was just able to catch a few words of Betty’s sales talk, ‘. . . .why Madam, you look devine in it. I’ve seldom seen ‘a 1 ' better 1 fit. I looked at the prospective buyer and thought to myself that Betty wotfld ' be pretty good to sell that dress to the old battle axe. It fitted her like front porch awning. But to my surprise the woman said, ‘I’ll take if, dearie.’ That was enough for me. I sneaked out.” Jimmie Stewart— keeper of laughing hyenas as Bronx Park Zoo, author of “Domestic Attributes of the Hyena.” Robert Downing— again I quote your prophet ' . “So, an hour later found me in the left wing of the Columbia University Mathematics Building. I roamed the building until a halting voice stopped me. I listened. Could it be the voice of the child prodigy, the mathematical wizard of former days? I glanced into the classroom, and sure enough, there behind a pair of horn rimmed specs was Bob Downing. Bob was talking in terms of twenty-six digit num¬ bers, so I decided the humane thing for me to do was to leave before my brain burst from the sheer sound of the numerous numerals.” Barbara Dillon— librarian interested in the recent best seller, “Love on a South Sea Island” by Helen Murphy and Norma Morton. Rosamond Coughlin— to be found at the “21” club after 10 P.M., hobnob¬ bing with the swells. Jimmie Shaw— door man there, ejecting the bouncer supreme, Stuart Stillings. Arthur Banker— pitcher, Red Sox. James Yule— short stop, Red Sox. Claire Doherty— in a box seat with John D. Rockefeller, Jr., watching the boys play. Again I quote, for your prophet’s words far surpass any your editor could aspire to. “ ‘The journalistic bug bit a number of my former classmates,’ I thought, as I came to a column on the women’s page, ‘Hints to The Hasty Housewife’ by Helen Greenler. The column read, ‘Ladies, would you like to regain that girlish figure, would you like to know why your husband beats you, would you know how to cook devil’s food cake? All these and many other questions will be answered in my column. But first I would like to call your attention. .. .Are you listening, Ladies?. .. .to those two cooking and health experts who have gained fame from the east coast to the west. They are right here in our fair city for the week. Of course you know I refer to Misses Celia Gulanowski and Genevieve Kane. Further vital news to you down-trodden ladies. The prominent Miss Woodhouse will give a lecture in the Franklin Hall on what to do if you married a grouch.” Lillian Maker— radio expert who can iron out any wrinkles in affairs of of the heart. 29