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

Text from Pages 1 - 60 of the 1940 volume:

CLASS BOOK - 1940 - nson NORTH ANDOVER MASSACHUSETTS PUBLISHED BY THE CLASS OF 1940 DEDICATION To Edith C. Jensen, girls’ basketball coach and member of the faculty of Johnson High School, the class of 1940 dedicates this Year Book in recognition of her splendid leadership in basketball and of her friendly companion¬ ship as a teacher. 1940 YEAR BOOK YEAR BOOK STAFF EDITORIAL STAFF EDITOR BUSINESS MANAGER SPORTS EDITORS FACULTY ADVISER Dorothy V. Dainowski Robert S. Hall Marcia Barker, James Flanagan Edith L. Pierce ADVERTISING COMMITTEE John P. Casale John B. Casserly Arthur P. Currier H. George Porteck, Jr. John S. Ranfone Eugene R. Ruess John Lanni GENERAL COMMITTEE Helen C. Burns Lillian R. Burns John P. Casale John B. Casserly Robert H. Cunningham Arthur P. Currier Louise H. Detora Grace Driscoll James Flanagan Doris H. Gustasfon Eva Hoel Marguerite Kenyon John Lanni I. Elsie Lundquist Frances G. Martin Marguerite McKinnon Hazel E. Morse Lillian S. Polichnowski John S. Ranfone Eugene R. Ruess Ruth M. Stevenson Eleanor M. Valpey Kathrine E. Wainwright Virginia M. Wentworth TYPISTS Helen C. Burns Lillian R. Burns Louise H. Detora Grace Driscoll Marguerite Kenyon Marguerite McKinnon Florence T. Petteruto Lillian S. Polichnowski Eugene R. Ruess Eleanor M. Valpey ALVAH GEORGE HAYES ADDRESS TO THE SENIORS w over all others, at this particular time. You are about to go out into a changing world ; a world dominated by hates, prejudices and fears; a world rampant with national animosity and strife, in which freedom of the individual has become, in the greater portion of our world, a phrase of the past. Personal liberty and freedom have been submerged in the swirling waters of an intense nationalism, which can event¬ ually lead only to economic and social chaos. Your parents will remember a like situation twenty-odd years ago. They will remember the economic hardship, the mental and physical strain, and the all too frequent loss of those they held most dear. This was endured in the firm conviction that the world was being made safe for democracy. Yet twenty years after, the true democracies of our world are far fewer than the number which existed twenty years ago. Prior to our entrance into the previous conflict, our country was deluged with propaganda aimed to play upon our most sensitive emotions. Much of this is now known to have been false, its primary purpose having been that of securing our physical as well as financial aid. How well the desired out¬ come was achieved is now a matter of history. If the present conflict is pro¬ longed, you as citizens will be faced with the same emotional propaganda, having the same purpose as its end. It is my sincere hope that you, as students in this school, have learned to recognize propaganda for what it is, and that you will carefully weigh all statements which are designed to play upon your emotions, before you will accept them as facts. If all Americans would do this, it is conceivable that it might be the means of preserving those ideals which we as Americans cherish most highly— those ideals of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. My last message to you as a class can be very brief, and I know you will all join me when I say, “Thank God we are Americans.” HEN asked to write this brief message to you graduates, 1 considered various topics, but there was one which seemed to take precedence ALVAH G. HAYES THE FACULTY Mr. John Donovan, A.B., M.A., Boston College.English, German Miss Yeva Chapman, A.B., Bates.English, Civics Miss Mary Buckley, B.S., Regis.Domestic Arts Miss Dorothy Colburn, B.S., Simmons; M.Ed. Boston University Typewriting Stenography, Girls’ Coach Miss Mildred Green, A.B., Mount Holyoke. Latin, Mathematics Miss Edith Jensen, A.B., Jackson. Biology, History Mr. James Cavalieri, Ph.B., Holy Cross; M.Ed., Boston College. Mathematics, Science, Boys’ Coach Miss Glenna Kelly, A.B., Jackson; M.Ed., Boston University... .History, Social Science Miss Clara Chapman, A.B., Bates. Chemistry, Physics, Science Miss Edith Pierce, A.B., Wellesley. English, Business Training Mr. Alvah Hayes, B.S., M.I.T. Mathematics (Principal) Miss Irene Cook, A.B., Mount Holyoke. American History Miss Alice Neal, B.S.B., M.Ed., Boston University. Bookkeeping, Typewriting Miss Eileen McAloon, A.B., Trinity. English, History, Business Training T5Ijp 0?ttinrs JOHNSON HIGH SCHOOL MARCIA BARKER Student Council 1, 2, 3 Athletic Council 1, 2 Basketball 1, 2, 3; captain 4 Basketball Club 1, 2, 3 (Sec’y-Treas.) 4 “Journal” Staff 3, 4 “Year Book” Staff 4 Marcia likes sports and has been a basketball star for four years. Popular and a good dancer as well, she is one of our outstanding members. HARRY I. BUNKER Harry is quiet and good natured. We like him. HELEN C. BURNS Etiquette Club 2 Sub Deb Club 3 “Year Book” Staff 4 A wizard at shorthand combined with a pleasing personality — that’s Helen. LILLIAN R. BURNS Etiquette Club 2 Sub Deb Club 3 (Secretary) “Year Book” Staff 4 Good things come in small packages. MARY E. CAREY Sub Deb Club 3, 4 Mary’s never failing wink to boys and girls alike, her sweet so¬ prano voice mixed with her pep and vivacity, her fear of sophisti¬ cation and her happy ways, all go to make up what one now calls a girl with “oomph.” JOHN I CASALE Football 3, 4 “Year Bo ok” Staff 4 Johnny’s winning smile will take him a long way. May he get his chance at Randolph Field. JOHN B. CASSERLY Chefs’ Club 4 Chemistry Club 3 “Year Book” Staff 4 John is the lad who can put up some great arguments. If this trait prevails through life he cannot fail to succeed. ELINOR F. COLE Sub Deb Club 3, 4 “Year Book” Staff 4 Elinor is the demure girl of the class. We all marvel at her ability as a poetess. DOROTHEA COSTELLO Dramatic Club 2, 3 Sub Deb Club 4 Dot is the manikin of our class. If there are any new styles she is sure to find them. Her pep and vivacity will take her a long way. M. JUNE CROSSMAN Chemistry Club 4 June is a girl with plenty of dimples and a winning smile. ROBERT H. CUNNINGHAM Class Orator 4 Class Marshal 3 Chemistry Club 4 Basketball 3, 4 “Journal” Staff 2,4 School Play 4 Dramatic Club 2 Chefs’ Club 3 Class Vice President 2, 3 Student Council 2, 3 “Year Book” Staff 4 Energetic to the roots of his famous red curls and popular, too! DOROTHY V. DAINOWSKI Valedictorian A.A. Play 4 “Journal” Staff 2, 3, 4 (Senior Editor-in-chief 4) Chemistry Club 2, 3, 4 (Sec’y 3) “Year Book” (Editor-in-chief 4) D.A.R. Representative 4 Now Dot’s a girl who is quite prim, She’s witty and she’s very slim; Now many think she’s very shy, But when you know her, my! oh, my! 10 1940 YEAR BOOK MARY A. E. DeNAULT Chemistry Club 4 Mary is our German whiz with the dark eyes and shining black hair. LOUISE H. DETORA Class Essayist “Year Book” Staff 4 Louise is a real pal, always ready for fun but never neglecting her studies. She is a fine friend to have. MARY L. DINEEN Clee Club 3 Mary possesses a great deal of poise and a sense of humor. She always has a cheerful smile, and is ready for anything. GRACE DRISCOLL Sub Deb Club 2, 3, 4 (President 4) “Year Book” Staff 4 A. A. Play 4 I don’t think any of us will for¬ get the good times we have had with GracH. Anyone so good nat- ured and witty is sure to get along. JAMES FLANAGAN “Journal” Staff 1, 2, 3, 4 “Year Book” Staff 4 Chefs’ Club 3 Debating Club 4 A.A. Play 4 Prom Committee 4 Sports Mgr. 4 Ass’t Mgr. 3 Basketball 3, 4 This list speaks for itself. He’s O.K. JOSEPH V. FLANAGAN Chefs’ Club 3 Chemistry Club 4 Basketball 3, 4 Sports Mgr. 4 Ass’t Mgr. 3 Joe is the youngest member of the class. With his friendly way, no wonder he’s the class heart- breaker. ANTHONY GIRAGOSIAN Football 2, 3, 4 Chefs’ Club 3 Orchestra 1, 2, 3, 4 From the progress Tony has made in the school orchestra, he may soon be with Toscannini. He’s no shirk on a football field, either. ARTHUR GREENWOOD Basketball 2, 3, 4 Chefs’ Club Football 2, 3, 4 Stamp Club 4 Baseball 2, 3, 4 (Captain 4) Student Council 3 Harvard Year Book 3 Red is a leader in both athletics and studies. DORIS H. GUSTAFSON Sub Deb Club 1, 3, 4 “Year Book” Staff 4 We didn’t see Gussie at many of our high school affairs as all her time was taken up by a lad from Andover. ROBERT S. HALL Class Vice President 4 Football 2, 3, 4 Chefs’ Club 3 (Vice President) A.A. Play 4 “Journal” Staff 4 (Business Mgr.) “Year Book” Staff 4 (Bus. Mgr.) Although Bob participates in rough sports such as hockey and football, he is really graceful on a dance floor. ALEXANDER HAY Alec is one of the quiet boys of the class. He is very much inter¬ ested in music. ALBERT C. HEBB Albert is a good scholar with a cheerful disposition. He doesn’t seem to go for the girls much—but then—studies first! 11 JOHNSON HIGH SCHOOL EVA HOEL Etiquette Club 3 Sub Deb Club 4 (Sec’y-Treas. 4) “Year Book” Staff 4 Ev a is tall and pretty. When she smiles the world is hers. JOSEPH JACOBS Football 3, 4 Jake has been a good pal. He deserves all the luck that we wish him. BETTY C. JAMES Dramatic Club 2 Chemistry Club 3 Sub Deb Club 4 Quiet Betty, with her ability at the piano and her perseverance, will surely succeed. We have found her a good, all-round pal. PHILIP KELLY Student Council 1, 2, 3 Dramatic Club 2 Chefs’ Club 3 Chemistry Club 4 For his “personality plus” grin and good humor, not to mention his way with the girls, Phil will be remembered. MARGUERITE KENYON Etiquette Club 2 Glee Club 3 (President) “Year Book” Staff 4 Marguerite is always in our midst when there’s fun to be had. She is an all-around girl with a lot of friends. JANET KERSHAW Student Council 2, 3 Sub Deb Club 4 A.A.A. (Sec’y-Treasurer 4) A good sport, a good student, and a girl that gets along with everyone— this is Jan. DOROTHY M. KREUSEL Sub Deb Club 4 Happy-go-lucky Dot has many friends— at Punchard as well as here at Johnson. JOHN LANNI “Year Book” Staff 4 Football 2, 3, 4 Chefs’ Club 3 Baseball 4 Jack|s ability to play first base is intriguing. If he can work as fast as he can talk, he will make the top fast. KATHLEEN LONG Sub Deb Club 3 During the four years Kay has been in Johnson, she has won many friends. She’ll make a successful teacher. I. ELSIE LUNDQUIST Etiquette Club 2 Glee Club 3 “Year Book” Staff 4 El certainly made many of us laugh with her hearty giggle. And can she cook! ANNA MACKIE Basketball 1, 2, 3, 4 Basketball Club 1, 2, 3, 4 (Pres. 4) Anna is rather reserved, but we can all vouch that she’s a fine basketball player. WILLIAM F. MACKIE Class President 1, 2 Baseball 3. 4 Chemistry Club 3 Chefs’ Club 4 Dramatic Club 2 Although Bill is small in stature, he stands big in the hearts of his classmates. 12 1940 YEAR BOOK MILDRED MARGERISON Dramatic Club 4 Millie has a smile for everybody. She is jolly and good-natured. FRANCES G. MARTIN Glee Club 1 Dramatic Club 2 Debating Club 3, 4 “Journal” Staff 4 “Year Book” Staff 4 Frannie has done fine work on the “Journal” Staff and in the De¬ bating Club. She has decided an fashion designing as a career. ELIZABETH V. MAY Glee Club 1. 2 Basketball Club 3, 4 Ass’t Mgr. Girls’ Basketball 3, 4 Cheer Leader 3, 4 “Journal” Staff 4 “Year Book” Staff 4 Betty’s a chatterbox for her size, With sparkling mischief in her eyes. MARGUERITE McIvINNON Etiquette Club 2 Sub Deb Club 3, 4 “Year Book” Staff 4 Peggy is “full of fun, and what have you?” She’s a good, all- around sport. AGNES K. McNAB Sub Deb Club 3, 4 Agnes, with her snappy clothes and cheerful air, has made the four years bright. HARRIET W. McQUESTEN Harriet’s ambition is to be a great cook. She has a big heart for her many friends. PHILIP T. MILLER Class President 3, 4 Student Council 1, 2, 3 Basketball 2, 3, 4 (Captain 4) Baseball 1, 2, 3, 4 Football 3, 4 Chefs’ Club 3 Athletic Council 1, 2 Stamp Club 4 Here’s hoping you’re with the Yanks soon, Bing. HAZEL E. MORSE Orchestra 2 “Year Book” Staff 4 Attractiveness and sweetness combined with a willingness to try anything once makes Boots one of our popular girls. FLORENCE T. PETTERUTO “Year Book” Staff 4 Flo’s cheerful frankness and her willingness to lend a helping hand will always be remembered. LILLIAN S. POLICHNOWSKI Dramatic Club 3 Sub Deb Club 4 Student Council 3 “Year Book” Staff 4 Orchestra 1, 2, 3, 4 Personality, plus— that’s Pop. JOSEPH PROVENCHER Debating Club 4 Joe’s interest in the European conflict is amazing. We all think you should be a foreign corres¬ pondent, Joe. Your discussions in social science convinced us. ISABELLE W. RABS Dramatic Club 4 Happy-go-lucky Issy has been a fine pal. 13 JOHNSON HIGH SCHOOL JOHN S. RANFONE Football 2, 3, 4 (Captain 4) “Year Book” Staff 4 John is an athletic boy with a lot of pep and vigor. Let’s hope he becomes a winner in the navy. DORIS B. REA Salutatorian Glee Club 1 Sub Deb Club 4 (Vice President 4) Plenty of brains here— besides the most gorgeous golden locks in our class of beauties. DAVID W. RITCHIE Orchestra 1, 2, 3, 4 Football 4 May David’s successes be as many as his friends. DORIS N. ROBINSON Orchestra 3 Robby is good-natured and hard working. The boss who gets her for his secretary will be lucky. JOHN C. ROCHE Chefs’ Club 3 This lad is the strong, silent type. He can talk around boys but when he gets near the ladies he turns the color of his hair. EUGENE R. RUESS Chefs’ Club 3 “Year Book” Staff 4 Gene’s a friendly fellow and a Beethoven at the piano. RUTH M. STEVENSON Glee Club 1 Dramatic Club 3 “Journal” Staff 4 “Year Book” Staff 4 Ruth is a girl with a smile so kind, We’re sure that many a friend she’ll find. ELEANOR M. VALPEY Glee Club 1 Sub Deb Club 3, 4 “Year Book” Staff 4 Eleanor gets ahead in her studies and socially, too. She has plenty of pep— as can be seen in her snappy tennis game. KATHERINE E. WAINWRIGHT Class Historian Class Vice-President 1 Class Sec’y-Treas. 2, 3, 4 Glee Club 1 Dramatic Club 3 Ass’t Mgr. Girls’ Basketball 3 Mgr. Girls’ Basketball 4 Student Council 1, 2, 3 “Year Book” Staff 4 “Journal” Staff 4 Great! VIRGINIA M. WENTWORTH “Year Book” Staff 4 “Journal” Staff 3, 4 Although Gigi is quiet and re¬ served, she has certain character¬ istics that we will always admire. No one ever asked help from her and was refused. RUTH E. WHEELER Dramatic Club 3 Chemistry Club 4 Sincerity? To tell the truth. If you would find it, locate Ruth! JAMES WINNING Football 3, 4 Baseball 4 Jimmie Winning—carrot top, Playing football, watch him hop! 14 1 9 4 0 YEAR BOOK ARTHUR P. CURRIER Debating: Club 2 Chemistry Club 3 (President 4) “Journal” Staff 4 “Year Book” Staff 4 Arthur’s happy-go-lucky manner has captured the hearts of all his fellow classmen, particularly the fair sex. EDWARD DOHERTY Football 2, 3, 4 Chefs’ Club 1 Bucky is a true Irishman. His keen wit and humor has made our four years at Johnson lively ones. As an athlete he is tops. GEORGE D. MATTHESON, Jr. Chefs’ Club 3 Matty from Minny-sota has made quite a name for himself since he arrived as a freshman. His Minnesota accent still dom¬ inates his speech and is very pleasing. ROBERT C. MILLER Chemistry Club 4 Bob is lots of fun to know. Physics class to him was woe! RITA M. CAMIRE Rita’s quiet, we’ll agree. A secretary she will be; And she’s a dancer ' , too, you see! JOHN W. JACKSON John is tall and lanky, too. One does seldom see him blue. Solemn and silent he always is, But that waltz step is certainly his. JOHN H. LAMPREY Chefs’ Club 3 Silence is golden, and if this is so, This lad should certainly be in the dough. VITO J. MELNIKAS Eliminating a little of his bash¬ fulness he will surely be success¬ ful. He always goes into things head first and usually comes out on top. SALVATORE A. MESSINA Chefs’ Club 4 Sam is the sort of fellow who likes fun and plenty of it. H. GEORGE PORTECK, JR. Chefs’ Club 3 A.A. Play 3, 4 Chemistry Club 4 “Year Book” Staff 4 Porky has made quite a name for himself in the A.A. Plays. Act¬ ing’s a swell profession, George. Look at Ty Power. JOSEPH L. SAUNDERS Football 4 Chefs’ Club 4 Our Joe is quiet, yes, he is; At football he is just a whiz. 15 JOHNSON HIGH SCHOOL SALUTATORY A Liberal Education or a Technical One? The question usually arises as to the value of a liberal education compared with the value of a vocational education. There is much to be said on either side. First of all, here are statements in favor af a liberal education. A liberal education gives a broad foundation on which to build one’s life work. Suppose one has studied philosophy. It may not help him directly, but it will aid him in a better understanding of human beings and their re¬ actions. His education will not necessarily be limited to a knowledge of his specific profession, but he will be so educated that he can cope with bigger problems than those directly concerned with the business. Professor Paul Monroe of Columbia University contends that we must return to an education of knowledge largely as a means of competing with the education of propaganda. He also says, “It is the emergence of the world conflicts based on differences in ideas as well as our present economic and social problems which have justified this shift in emphasis back to the earlier objective of public education, namely, the imparting of knowledge and the building up of a substructure of ideas that will enable the youth of another generation to avoid the failures and the conflicts of the present—- hence to form social ideals as well as international relations on a basis of reason rather than on one of emotions.” It seems to be his idea that a broad education will help contribute to the solution of the world conflicts and also to produce better citizens. I have heard it said that if an employer is considering two applicants for a position, he will usually pick the one with a broad education rather than the one with only the vocational training. This is because the employer believes that although the broadly educated person will have to be trained to the bus¬ iness, in the end he will be more responsible and have a wider understanding of how to manage other problems that may come up. George W. Alger favors the broader education over the modern practical education because, as he says, “I am still grateful for its help with my own puzzles over the meaning and purpose of life.” A liberal education helps avoid a single track mentality. It gives the indi¬ vidual a broader outlook and helps him to be impartial, and gives to him a willingness to know both sides of the question. On the other hand, one can say a great deal in favor of a vocational or technical education. In the first place, it is an economic saving to go directly to study a business. It cuts out the extra years and extra cost between the time one graduates and the time when one goes to work. Probably the grad¬ uate from a specialized school will earn as much as the graduate from a lib¬ eral college who specialized after graduation, or who didn’t specialize at all. But this is not to last, for later on the individual with the broader education will perhaps be earning more, and have a more responsible position. When the methods the specialized school have taught have been changed and made better, its graduates will have nothing to fall back on, while people with broad education always will have that background. X T is my honor to welcome you all to the graduation of the class of 1940. To the principal, to the faculty, to parents and friends, I say, in behalf of the class, welcome one and all. 16 1940 YEAR BOOK It is often said that a broad education is useless, and that vocational teach¬ ing is useful. A technical education is useful. What one is taught can be applied directly in the work in which the person is engaged. He might ask himself, “What good would a wide knowledge of the fine arts do me?” And how would it• Help him to build a bridge, or whatever he was doing? Some employers do not like to have to break in a person who has not specialized, and hence, employ people already trained in the work. There are also employers, as I mentioned before, who consider it worth their while to break in a person who has had a broad education, on the belief that he will do better once he learns the work. When a person attends a specialized school, he gets a chance to practice his work, and thus when he goes out and gets a job, he will know better what is expected of him. This is an advantage that he holds over the graduate of a liberal school. In conclusion I wish to quote I. W. Studebaker, of the United States Com¬ mission of Education. “Broad but definite training for some occupation is necessary for a very large proportion of our college graduates, and it is my contention that colleges of arts and sciences may with perfect propriety incor¬ porate a wide variety of these occupational training courses as a part of their college curricula. “In short, there are many important positions in the world which call for intellectual maturity, wide information, and specialized training. Into these positions, college graduates do now go, and will continue to go. At present, however, college graduates are often seriously handicapped by the necessity of specialized training after they leave college. Many run the risk of a long period of unemployment before they can find jobs (if indeed they ever do) where they utilize their college education.” DORIS B. REA CLASS ORATION The Higher We Rise, the Broader the View (j T one time or another most of us, if not all of us, have climbed some great hill or mountain. About halfway up the hill we had a fairly good view of the surrounding country. But when we reached the summit and looked around, why, we could see for miles! And so it is on this little observation of nature that the class of nineteen hundred and forty has based its motto. We, of this class, have just completed a preliminary education; a very minute drop in the well of knowledge; a mere workout in preparation for our bout with the toils and problems of the future. We have only just commenced our arduous climb up the hill of life. Our view of life now is not unlike that of the mountain climber who is still in the early steps of his journey. Oftentimes mountain climbing parties are equipped with guides, and then, too, there are inns and hostelries which prove to be great aids to them in their struggle to the summit. In our struggle toward the better things in life, from what sources shall we derive assistance? To such a question, there is and can be but one, and only one answer. That is, from education. Therein lies one of the secrets of success. The higher we rise, the broader the view. The more we know, the more 17 JOHNSON HIGH SCHOOL interests we have. We cannot be interested in anything- that we do not un¬ derstand. Take for instance sixteen year old Jimmy who is listening to a ball game on the radio. His mother wants the radio shut off. She can’t tolerate ball games— and why not? Simply because she doesn’t understand them. It is apparent that an educated man has many more diversified interests than one who is uninformed. You might ask, of what value are these various interests? What of it if one is informed on a variety of subjects? My answer to these questions is that its greatest value is the acquaintances and friends it enables one to make. For what is a friend? Usually a person, with whom, among other things, of course, you have mutual interests. It is not necessary to go to college in order to be educated. Surely you would call those ancient Greek and Roman mathematicians, philosophers and astronomers educated. Yet, they did not attend college. Now, you may ask, how may I develop my intellect? The answer to this lies in our motto; that is, by being determined constantly to improve your¬ self. Frequent your libraries. Make it a habit to have always a worthwhile book on hand to which you may refer in your spare moments. John Kieran, the authority on anything and everything, whom you have heard on “Inform¬ ation Please,” said, when asked how he managed to put and keep in his mind such an amazing amount of facts, “It is so elementary, it surprises me. All I ever did was to read extensively.” So read Shakespeare, Keats, Shelley and all the rest of them. Become in¬ timately familiar with their works. It is literature such as theirs that will act as the guiding light for you along the treacherous path to success. Actually what does this phrase which we have chosen for our motto, sig¬ nify? There is an old adage that says, “You get out of life only what you put into it.” If we apply this motto, and if we are determined to rise higher, then it is inevitable that we shall enjoy a maximum of this world’s gifts. So like that indomitable character in the poem “Excelsior,” let us carry our banner over the topmost crag because,— the higher we rise, the broader the view. ROBERT J. CUNNINGHAM CLASS ESSAY Horace Mann— “Father of Our Common Schools’ —r|S you look upon the stage this evening you see the product of twelve S 1 years of school life and education. Looking back it seems incredible WfhfA that at one time in our history the great institution of education was practically non-existent. Tonight, on graduation, let us pay tribute to a man who gave himself and all he had to the advancement of education. The time allotted me is insufficient to deal adequately with the life of Horace Mann but we shall recall the high-lights of his career together with his ac¬ complishments and successes which resulted in the firm and traditional establishment of the school system. His was the American ideal— free education for all. To him education was a fundamental necessity, not only for intellectual freedom, but for the build¬ ing and perpetuation of our democracy. He once ably expressed his ideals in these words: “The object of the common school system is to give to every child a free, straight, solid pathway by which he can walk directly up from the ignorance of an infant to the knowledge of the primary duties of man.” The life of Horace Mann was not one of excitement and fame, but one of 18 1 9 4 0 YEAR BOOK achievement and progress. He was born in a humble farmhouse at Franklin, Massachusetts. Here he was reared under the most poverty-stricken condi¬ tions. His youth was devoted to work and hardship, with little time for school. But with his ambition he worked his way through Brown University, where he was graduated at the head of the class in 1819. After leaving school he practiced law and later became a member of the Senate. It was here that he introduced the act creating the Massachusetts State Board of Education. On the day of its establishment Horace Mann abandoned a profitable law ’practice to become secretary of this board. Let us feel that when he accepted the secretaryship that a path of useful¬ ness was opened for American Education, for his struggles in this period re¬ sulted in the elevation of this institution. To fully understand the greatness of Mann’s work and accomplishments, let me draw a mental picture of the conditions that existed at that time. Education was of minor importance in the minds of the people. It long had been neglected as something which was trivial. Little did they realize the immensity of the relationship between a learned and cultured people and a strong and healthy democracy. Massachusetts public schools, although two centuries old, were sunk in physical disrepair. One third of the Common¬ wealth’s children had no educational opportunities whatever. Schools were not part of a unified central system, but were just a mass of district schools which were totally inadequate and often controlled by petty-minded and unscrupulous politicians. Jut-jawed Lawyer Mann, however, was a man of individual spirit and de¬ termination. In the eleven years of his secretaryship he crusaded tirelessly for better schoolhouses, more intelligent teachers, school libraries, adequate textbooks, and instruction free from sectarianism. This last item was a sore spot, for at that time women and negroes were denied the privilege of educa¬ tional opportunities. Mann strongly disapproved of this state of affairs. In his own words: “I would give to every human being the best opportunity I could to develop and cultivate the faculties which God has bestowed upon him, and which, therefore, he holds under a divine charter.” Although he had to work against poor health, selfish interests, religious intolerance, and lack of funds, he battled with wisdom and courage to raise education from its low ebb. Tirelessly he set about raising money, and de¬ livering speeches in order to spread universal education. So forcibly did he preach his ideals before the public that education has moved steadily forward to the goal which he designated. At the termination of twelve years he resigned as secretary of the board, but not without some measure of success. He had laid the foundation for education on which the people could build. The small district schools were replaced with a well-organized township unit. Newly created school libraries were used to good advantage. Sectarianism was losing ground. And lastly, through his influence, the first normal school was established at Lexington in 1839. Upon his resignation, Antioch College at Yellow Springs, Ohio, made him its president and there he set out to establish higher education on a non¬ sectarian basis. This college was at an experimental stage and Mann’s tasks were not easy. At Antioch his chief contribution sprang from his belief that education concerns, not the mind alone, but the body and moral nature as well. This conviction has been retained and has served as a spur for the ath¬ letic activities of our schools today. 19 JOHNSON HIGH SCHOOL After six years of service at Antioch, he came to the end of his career— a career which laid the foundation for the survival of democracy through making education and culture available to all and not just the luxury of the few. He rejuvenated the Massachusetts public schools and through them the schools of the nation. We have hardly begun to appreciate his place in history and our debt to him. His whole life was devoted to a cause— that of education. Let us go forward with Horace Mann to the end thal we may more fully realize his ideals. “All men are created equal and should, therefore, have equal educational opportunities.” This was his principle; let it be ours. LOUISE H. DETORA VALEDICTORY AR! A leering smirk on its ugly lips, this cruel, bloodthirsty monster sits on its haunches watching greedily as little figures scurry here and there on the earth ; its great tongue suddenly flicking out and catching up these tiny figures, the fathers, sons, brothers of this generation ; leaving behind grieving and suffering mothers and sisters. Why has this heartless, insane monster returned to us, why? Let us look back to the Versailles Treaty, marking the end of the first World War. With it came into existence thirty-five new governments, struggling to establish themselves; with it came a League of Nations which forty-two nations joined. The political organizations, the German, the Rus¬ sian, and the Austro-Hungarian Empires, were dissolved and with them went all their officials. Along with the new States, came governments introducing new methods and ideas to realize new social theories. Germany, in panic, with revolutionary outbreaks, and with a sudden break¬ up of finance, with her government in chaos,, was defeated, exhausted! Her army disarmed, her colonies annexed, her merchant marine lost to the Allies, Germany had sixty-two million hungry, desperate people to house, feed, clothe, and organize! With all this, France, through the Versailles Treaty, tried to force Germany to meet the cost of the reconstruction of the land laid waste by the war. About Germany, the nations created by the Versailles Treaty and by other treaties, such as Poland, Belgium and Czechoslovakia, allied themselves with France to form a ring about Germany. Czechoslovakia, Yugoslavia and Ru¬ mania formed another ring about Hungary. Now France, through economic supremacy, superior military strength, and diplomacy, felt certain of her mastery over German ambitions. Now let us see why France was so harsh in meting out this justice. First of all. there was the desire to insure the security of her boundaries, of her possessions, of her people against possible invaders. Then again France, the scene of the bloody conflict, had to reconstruct the war-torn land, reorganize the government from war to peace-time basis. Her badly damaged trans¬ portation system had to be extended and repaired, her lands reconstructed, her cripples and veterans given a livelihood, her huge debt repaid. This had to be done in a disorganized country, a country whose young, healthy men , farmers, engineers, scientists, factory workers, and her older executives were gone, slaughtered. 20 1940 YEAR BOOK Outside the ring about Germany, hostility against Germany was fast dying. Then in 1922, the fear of a Russo-German alliance because of Germany’s recognition of Soviet Russia, caused hostility to ebb faster. A noticeable shift in sympathies was brought about by the French occupation of the Ruhr. The main object of this occupation was to exact reparation from Germany. Instead, it aggravated unemployment problems and the industrial depression. great many German citizens and officials were put out of the Ruhr; manu¬ facturing offices and newspapers were seized. In the meantime in Germany, Hitler and the Nazi regime were struggling for possession of the government. Paper currency was being printed fast. Germany’s economic system, collapsing swiftly, threatened to do away with the ring about her. The value of the mark fell rapidly. By 1924, with France’s own currency slipping fast, France made ready to back down. Germany now, threatening to fall apart, was doing away with old treaties, old economies, and old customs and moralities. Outside Germany, stabiliza¬ tion was fast growing. Poland and Russia made peace, Czechoslovakia thrived, Mussolini had grasped control of Italy; but within Germany there was still chaos, still sixty-two million Germans to feed, clothe, to organize. With the Locarno Pact came hope of disarmament, arbitration and peace. Prosperity came to the post-war world— a world at peace! These were years of reconstruction, of German loans, of building! Production had reached new heights. These were years of international cooperation in Eur¬ ope as trade grew. France had stabilized her currency, Germany was rebuild¬ ing her merchant marine, England was struggling with labor problems. Then in 1929 the market crashed in New York; then came the depression! With the depression, Germany, helpless without a strong leader, received Adolf Hitler as the Chancellor of Germany and with him, his Nazi regime! From Germany soon came rumors of bloody purges, of Jewish persecution, of cruel and violent leaders. Hitler had begun to carry out his program for bringing all groups and forces within Germany under his absolute control. First in Europe, then overseas, Hitler planned for the expansion of Germany’s military power, political influence, and territorial possessions. Soon after, crises came thick and fast; war in Ethiopia, war in Spain, war in the Far East, seizure of Austria, seizure of Czechoslovakia. War, this blooly monster has come once more to scourge the earth, brutal, barbarous, his crimson jaws hanging open, his tongue ever flicking out! Mr. Hayes, to you who have guided our paths and have been a sincere friend to each of us during our four years at Johnson High School, we wish to express a little of our deep gratitude. Teachers, who have worked patiently and faithfully with us in the class¬ room and whom we shall ever esteem, we can never express our great appre¬ ciation for your help and cooperation. Parents and friends, who have been always sympathetic anl helpful, we shall never forget your kindly interest in us. Schoolmates, to you we leave Johnson High, its future, its traditions, its spirit. Keep it ever the Johnson it is today! Classmates, we have at last come to the parting of the ways. This it the last time we shall come together as the class of nineteen hundred and forty, and after tonight our school life at Johnson High will be but memories; mem¬ ories to help each of us to attain that goal for which we are striving. Goodbye and God bless you! DOROTHY V. DAINOWSKI 21 JOHNSON HI G H S C H OOL D CLASS HISTORY HE monotonous passing of time was recorded by a loud tick! tock! re¬ echoing through the desolate corridors and silent, shadowy classrooms, so lately filled with tumbling laughter, hurrying feet, chattering girls, and happy-go-lucky boys. The desks, now emptied, the stairs with their hollows complained no more under the weight which each bell had for¬ merly brought. The old, red brick school settled itself for a long rest cure ’neath the soft summer rains and warm sun, only to revive itself again in the fall so that another crop of frightened, frivolous freshmen might enter its staid portals. With a sigh, it remembered the last graduating class, the class of forty. How raw and green they had been that first day, so young and eager to grasp their new life. Somewhat noisy and rather undisciplined at first, but the faculty had soon seen to that. Let’s see, the biggest honor that year had been given to that boy with a mile-wide grin, Billy Mackie. He’d done well at it, too. That thank-you speech to the seniors, at the party they had given the freshmen, had been a work of art. It must have been in November, because the decorations had been corn stalks, which by the end of the evening were strewn from one end of the floor to the other, due to the peppy music of Hatchie’s Jig Jags. My! How dressed up in manners and clothes the fresh¬ men had been that night! How much envied were the seniors who danced so effortlessly. Of course, there had been lessons by these same seniors be¬ fore the affair, but to no avail; the stiff one-two-three, one-two-three style still hung on. However, you wouldn’t have known they were the same freshmen in April, at the return dance ; they had grown up entirely in five months. First, they put on a super-colossal theatrical production named “Elmer” in which Mackie, the renowned actor, had taken the lead. Miss Pierce had coached them with success, she hoped. Their dancing had improved and they weren’t quite so shy— by the time refreshments came around, in fact, they were hav¬ ing quite a fine time. After that dance, the commencement activities of their beloved seniors had quite over-shadowed everything. The next fall they had come back, that class of forty, as sophisticated soph¬ omores, and they certainly made known to the new freshmen their authority. Mackie again was chosen president. That year, there had been a new addi¬ tion to the faculty, Miss Jensen, by name, and the library certainly became a well known retreat for harassed, admiring, confiding students. Their com¬ bined dance with the juniors had been a real success. They seemed to have a jinx, however, where stunt night was concerned. They just couldn’t seem to win that prize, but they did manage to take second with their radio program this year. The old school smiled gently to itself in remembrance. When the leaves began to turn color, the class trooped back— well browned and ready for work, full fledged juniors. They had gone to the big¬ gest from the smallest for president, and Bing Miller was the honored one. Yes sir! They had chosen an able pitcher to control the ball game of their junior year. There was plenty of pep that year, and as soon as those small scholastic matters had been settled, the Sophomore-Junior Party was held. Mmmm, that had been in October. They’d rented a nickelodian. “First time I’d ever seen one of those contraptions,” murmured the school to itself. What a time they had had, what with prize waltzes and broom dances. 22 1940 YEAR BOOK This year, a new disciplinary system had been introduced, forbodingly called, the demerit system. It certainly had given Room 12 a little more ex¬ clusiveness, if we could call it that. Rings and things too this year, well anyway rings, and they’d done well, considering, mused -the building. The fortyites had started talking about the class supper in February, and when the big night arrived, it certainly had been no disappointment. The will, prophecy and history, having been duly read and accepted with laughter in gales, the memorable junior year drew to a close. Seniors! That unbelievable rank had been bestowed upon the heads of the class of forty— could they live up to it? I’m afraid there were a few skeptical minds. However, these were soon convinced and everything had gone quite smoothly and conventionally. They had started by reelecting Bing for president and had done their duty where the freshman party was concerned. There were so many things to do as seniors— “Journal,” “Year Book,” ath¬ letic leadership. They had done these things commendably. The teachers hadn’t been quite satisfied with their conduct, but I’m sure they made allow¬ ances for the excitement of the senior year. April rolled around, and with it pictures, and all the hustle and bustle they brought. Just to be different, they decided to have a prom that year and al¬ though many were dissatisfied, they all worked together to make it a success. -Preparations for graduation made the seniors oblivious to all as they tried to catch up on chats with classmates who might not be seen for a while. The school heaved a sigh— a sigh of both regret and good wishes to that incomparable class of forty. KATHERINE E. WAIN WRIGHT CLASS WILL © E, the Class of Nineteen Hundred and Forty, being, it is rumored, of sound mind, though we doubt that a competent physician could prove it, do declare this to be our last will and testament. Without any fur¬ ther ado, the following bequests are made: To Patrick Kennedy, John Jackson and Clifton Stone we leave a sigh that they have plunged into things too deeply now and might as well stick it out. Harry Bunker, who, were silence golden, would be a millionaire, bequeaths his silence to Thomas Calzetta and James Richardson along with the advice “ ’1 is better to be brief than tedious.” Joseph Provencher leaves his success in bookkeeping to William Lafond. Anthony Giragosian, the Turkey town terror, bequeaths his guard position, which he handled so capably, to James Guthrie, and his robust baritone voice to Glenn Farley, the boy soprano. Helen and Lillian Burns leave a vast amount of good sense to Eliza and Marcella Hebb. Alex Hay wills his boldness towards girls to Robert Garneau. Kathleen Long leaves her wisdom teeth to Isabella McKinnon. John Casale bequeaths his ambition to be an airplane pilot to Frank Carvell, and his strong desire to be among the girls to William Bartley and Frederick Chase. James Winning leaves the loudest yawn in the school to Warren Rea. 23 JOHNSON HIG HSCHOOL Dot Costello leaves her super walk with all its bobbing and weaving to Betty Hopping. Doris Rea leaves her glorious goldy locks and-her beautiful blue eyes to Sylvia Harris who has plenty to spare. Frances Martin wills her skill to argue though vanquished, to the debating team of Thomas Lesure, Joseph Finneran, John Greenler, and Robert Kimel. Doris Gustafson leaves her long list of telephone numbers to Arlene Smith whose supply appears to have run out. Bob Hall leaves the role of class shiek to Ernie Summers. Bill Robinson leaves his ability to trip the light fantastic and his version of the jumping jive to Robert Richard who, we hear, is an ardent devotee of the Terpsichorean art. Doris Robinson bequeaths her studious habit to Doris Goodrich and An¬ toinette Montanaro. Arthur Currier leaves a strong musical inclination aroused by several years of intense study to George Hayes, the Harry James of the junior class, and to Robert Weatherbee the reputation of a physicist-deluxe. Mary Dineen wills her recent trips to Nashua to Frances Lefebvre. She also attributes her ability to bring Barbara home early to Robert Sullivan. Sam Messina leaves his adroit excuses to the faculty, and an avalanche of toys to Philip Donnelly. Thomas Sullivan and Bertram Patterson, those two distinguished scholars, Isabel Rabs endows with a set of “Dolly Dimple Stories” to be read when the teacher gets boring. Agnes McNab and Marguerite McKinnon, being Scotch, merely leave. David Ritchie leaves the song, “I Can’t Give You Anything But LOVE Baby,” to Louise Page. Jack Lanni bequeaths his bewildered facial expressions seen frequently in physics to Robert Wainwright and Daniel Valpey, and his quiet, demure ways to Hele n Polichnowski. John Lamprey leaves a voice delightfully musical to Ernest Lickenworth and his innocence to Oliver Kirk. Eugene Ruess wills his successful method of passing notes under the very noses of the sharpshooters of the faculty, to Irene Oates. Mary Carey, the blushing violet of the senior class, leaves her preference for out-of-town boys to Bernie Brierley, Dolly Phair, and Josephine Tardiff, and her ultra soprano voice to Lena Ranfone ; also her ability to talk herself out of study periods to Evelyn Dawson and Pauline Frost. Virginia Wentworth bestows upon Mary Giarusso and Frances McCallion her ability to wield a crayon and paint brush. Harriet McQuesten leaves her multi-colored jacket to Wilma Haddow— take care of it, Wilma. Mary DeNault and June Crossman leave their intimate friendship to Elaine Farnham and Muriel Chadwick, also to Ethel Lawton and Bea Murray. Phil Kelley, the atom of the senior class, bequeaths the excess weight that kept him on earth during the windy season to Thomas Howard and Thomas Casale, and his own top-notch hair tonic to James Dewhirst and Kenneth Robinson. Lillian Polichnowski endows George Massey with the ability to whip the tune from a violin. Robert Chandler Miller leaves his collection of neckties, shirts and sport coats, the loudest we have ever gaped and gasped at, to Carleton Lacaillade. Joe Jacobs leaves Johnson sighing, with relief. 24 1940 YEAR BOOK Elinor Cole bequeaths one of her better and more emotional poems to Mary Plummer. Rita Camire leaves her quiet friendliness and good fellowship to Barbara Bishop and her French accent to Virginia Gile. Grace Driscoll leaves her ability to get along with her classmates to Made¬ line Cashman, who seems to be doing all right by herself. Bing Miller leaves his voyages to Scollay Square to Ray Broadhead and Arthur Detora with the hope that they enjoy them as much as he has; and his quality of triumphant leadership to Robert Sullivan. Betty May, the girl of a very few thousand words, bequeaths her prodigious vocabulary to Eleanor Barrington and June Barnard, her expeditious talk to Joyce Chadwick, and her variable moods to Barbara Dearden, who always wears a cheery smile. John Cronin Roche leaves the directions on how to obtain a permanent in three easy lessons to Dorothy Harris and Ethel Lewis. Ruth Wheeler wills her brief case to Rita Pickles and Mary Howard, who we know will use it properly. Vito Melnikas wills two pounds of fish, mainly haddock, to anyone who wants them. Dorothy Dainowski bequeaths her acting ability to Helen Lang and Connie Kruschwitz, who are doing very well for themselves, and a mind of penetrat¬ ing keenness to Sarah Jacobs and Virginia Collins. Katherine Wainwright bequeaths a natural sweetness of disposition to Dorothy Nicoll and Elaine Kelly who are worthy successors, and her ability to set people at their ease to Charlotte Kruschwitz and Mary Carroll who also possesses this quality. Ruth Stevenson leaves her fourth dimension jokes to Doris Jackson and her contagious laugh to the Ayer twins. John Casserly leaves his First National Maxwell to Joseph Noone. Lottie Huminick leaves her quiet manner to Irene Taylor. Albert Hebb bequeaths his book “Beautiful Belles from Boxford” to Alex¬ ander Fraser. Robert Cunningham, the boy who is allergic to senior girls, leaves his title of “Freshman Thriller” to Gordon Rokes and his oratorical ability to George Emmons. Betty James leaves her genteel voice to Marion Flanagan. Eva Hoel leaves her indefinable charm to Virginia Miller. George Mattheson leaves his many travels to Methuen to Joseph Saunders. Marcia Barker leaves her cool manner of playing basketball to Ruth Ken¬ nedy and her humor that keeps the vision true and mind sweet to Marion McClung. George Porteck bestows his golden opinions upon George Wilton who will have to use them to the best of his ability. Janet Kershaw leaves her good nature and perpetual smile to Katherine Earl who has plenty to spare. Joe Flanagan leaves an overflowing quantity of broken hearts to Douglas Culpon, and a new hockey stick to William Donahue, who handles one nicely. To Wade Westbrooke, John Ranfone leaves his latest edition of “Art from the Acre.” Louise Detora leaves the perseverence which has made her one of our best girl students to Marguerite Costello. Marguerite Kenyon and Elsie Lundquist leave many charming qualities for Eleanor Lewis to add to those she already possesses. 25 JOHNSON HIGH SCHOOL Ed Doherty leaves on the back of an Army mule. Dot Kreusel wills her map of Lawrence’s night spots to Shirley Harrison. Mildred Margerison bequeaths her devotion for a sophomore boy and Florence Petteruto her love for a certain red-haired senior, to any girl de¬ siring them. Red Greenwood leaves an amazing ability to score baskets for his opponents to Scarecrow Willis who should prove adept. He also leaves us seasick with the waves from his hair. Eleanor Valpey bestows her business ability upon Ruth Atkinson. James Flanagan leaves to Charles Welch his indefatigable wind and spirit in cheering Johnson’s athletic teams to victory. Hazel Morse leaves her soundproof slippers, used for coming home in the early hours of the morning, to Marguerite Soucy. Thus, we, the Class of 1940, having bestowed upon our worthy successors what little we had in our possession, do affix our signatures to this worthy and legal document, in the year of Our Lord nineteen hundred and forty. Signed, WILLIAM F. MACKIE In behalf of the Class of 1940 CLASS PROPHECY EING thoroughly fed up with the big city, and with nothing to do, and all summer to do it in, I decided to take a trip up through New Eng¬ land. I wanted to do something different from the usual thing, so I decided to go by way of the fifth finger or the horizontal thumb or anything else that you want to call it. I mean bumming. I had hardly left New York, when I was nearly run down by a mammoth van, that, though called a truck, resembled a streamlined train more than anything else. The driver had stopped a little farther along and was waiting for me. What a break! As I climbed up into the cab, I saw a familiar face grinning down at me from behind a long dead and cold cigar butt. It was my old classmate, Jack Lanni. But what a difference! As I remembered Jack, he was the he- man athletic type, but now his fine big athletic chest had slipped down to a position half way between his shoulders and his knees. I noticed that he was driving a truck labeled Robinson’s Rapid Transit. — Nothing goes Rancid with Robinson. I could well believe that, as I remember how William Edward used to breeze around town during our high school days, but Jack informed me that this was only a side line with Bill, as he and that other Casanova of the senior class, Bob Hall, were the proprietors of the Enchanting Escort Enterprise. And I could see why this was so, for I vividly remembered the lists of names and telephone numbers that these two had. He said that their most popular escorts were Harry Bunker, Albert Hebb, and John Lamprey among the boys. I was surprised, for they were never exponents of the Terpsichorean art while in school, but Jack explained that that was all changed now, and also that Agnes McNab, Lillian Polichnowski, and Dot Costello, were by far the most overworked members of the fair sex employed by our auspicious business men. But this came as no surprise, for I remembered they were very pop- 20 1 9 4 0 YEAR BOOK alar partners on the dance floor in school, and, as Jack so aptly put it, it didn’t always have to be on the dance floor, either. As we rounded a bend in the road, a sign labelled “North Andover Airport, Air. John Cassale, Mgr.” came into view and it dawned upon me that we must be in North Andover. Jack’s continual line of chatter had kept me so ab¬ sorbed. that we almost got completely by before I succeeded in getting out of the truck. After a word of thanks to Jack, I started up a short, dusty road which led to the airport. As I came to the top of a hill I came upon a modern and up-to-date enough place, but what seemed strange to me, was a dearth of airplanes and people around the place. Then I saw a large transport plane warming up a short distance down one of the runways. The pilot was leaning against the plane, so I went down to ask him where I could find Air. Casale, and you could have pushed me over with a feather when the pilot turned around, for it was an¬ other classmate, John Roche. He was the last one in the world that I had ex¬ pected to see under these circumstances, but he informed me that it had long been a secret desire of his to be a pilot. We didn’t have much time to talk, for he was due to take off then, but he directed me to the “beast,” as he called Air. J. Casale, and with that he was off. I soon found the manager himself, seated behind his desk industriously poring over the latest copy of “Ballyhoo” which he quickly put aside at my entrance. He welcomed me to the airport, and we had just settled down for a nice quiet chat, when another old classmate, Tony Giragosian, bustled into the room with the complaint that his ankle bothered him, and that he wanted to go home. He was delighted to see me, as I was to see him, and the ankle was soon forgotten. John told me that Tony was his chief mechanic, now that he had graduated from the aeronautical school. We didn’t have much time, however, to talk over old times, for just then the noon whistle blew and John invited me to have lunch with him. Just as we were leaving, in rushed Florence Petteruto. We exchanged very warm greetings, and later as we were on our way down town, John explained that Florence was chief labora¬ tory technician in the field laboratory, and that right now she was in the midst of a very important experiment concerning the further streamlining of wings in speed planes. As we passed Sutton’s Corner, I saw a large, prosperous looking fish mar¬ ket displaying the sign “Melnikas’ Fish Alarket — If it swims, we have it.” And sure enough, there was Vito out on the sidewalk drumming up business with that fog horn voice of his. He told us that even though he sold all kinds of fish, his main income was from haddock. As we turned to go, I noticed in a vacant lot across the street, a large billboard announcing to the public that Art Currier, the Titan of the Trombone and his Classy Cutups, featuring that sweetheart of the air ways, Kathy Long, managed by George Mattheson, would soon be in this vicinity. I turned to John in amazement. “Is that the Currier and Long I used to know?” I asked. And when he replied that it was, I said to myself, “Boy, oh boy ! What a difference between the Currier that played the trombone in the physics class and the Currier of today. And where had Kathleen been keeping that voice of hers all the time that I had known her?” And I thought to myself, “Will wonders never cease?” By this time 1 was almost caving in from hunger, so without further delay, John led the way into a lovely place, with the odd name of “The Green Lan¬ tern.” Here I was in for another surprise, for the hostess was none other than 27 JOHNSON HIGH SCHOOL Mary Cary, who, John explained, was also owner of the place. John signalled for a waitress, and who should come gliding over to greet us but Lottie Huminick, who looked perfectly devastating in her trim, attractive uniform. While we were waiting for our lunch, I glanced at the copy of the morning newspaper that I had picked up in the cab of Jack’s truck. There on the front page in large, bold type was the heading, ARMY vs. NAVY. In the article that followed, it said that General Joseph Provencher, Chief of Army Intelli¬ gence, would debate this evening over the radio with Admiral John S. Ran- fone and Commander Joseph Jacobs on the topic “Resolved: that the Army can better defend the U.S. in case of attack than the Navy.” I made a resolu¬ tion that I’d hear this program. As we were leaving, I stopped to give a word of praise for the exceptionally hue meal that we had just eaten. But Mary was cjuick to reject all compli¬ ments that I tried to give her, saying that her dietitian was entirely respon¬ sible for all the menus and dishes that were served in the place. I naturally asked who this dietitian was, and who do you think she introduced by our old classmate, Elsie Lundquist. By this time it was way past the dinner hour and John had to get back to the field, so, as we approached the cashier to pay for the meal, who should look up from the arduous task of polishing her nails, but still another classmate, Dorothy Kreusel. I was so surprised that I al¬ most forgot to pick up the change that Dot laid out for me. It was here that John had to leave me, but I assured him that I could get along by myself. The first thing that I did was to get myself a new shirt. As I entered the establishment, the dazzling brilliance of the displays had a drastic effect on the eyes. This store carried the loudest and goofiest creations that Botany or Arrow or anybody else ever made. They reminded me somewhat of the kind of shirts and ties that a certain classmate of mine used to wear, and sure enough, the owner turned out to be Bob Miller. After buying one of his less boisterous shirts, I continued on my journey. The next place that I decided to visit was the high school. What a change there was in the old school! There was even a new building with all the latest conveniences and facilities. As I walked through the door labeled Principal, what a surprise greeted me! For with the new building they had hired a new secretary for the principal, none other than Janet Kershaw, who was at this moment making out checks for the athletic department. I leaned over her shoulder to find out who the new coach was, and I almost swallowed my up¬ per bridge when I read the name Arthur Greenwood beside the Coach and Athletic Director, and the name of Anna Mackie beside the title, Girls’ Coach, and I wondered which basket Art taught his boys to shoot at in basketball. This was shock enough, but when I walked into the principal’s office and saw Sam Messina seated behind the desk, it was five minutes before I could gather up enough strength to ask Sam to show me around HIS school. In the first room that we came to we saw Grace Driscoll trying to drive Pascal’s into the minds of a rather dim witted senior physics class. The next room was also occupied by an old classmate, June Crossman, vainly at¬ tempting to instill in the minds of a bewildered class a few simple rules of French. We went from there to the art room and here was Virginia Went¬ worth showing a very interested class how she got her A in art when she was in school. As we went past the auditorium, I heard what was supposed to be an orchestra grimly trying to play a classical masterpiece, but the harder they tried, the worse they got, and the worse they got, the more angry the inst ruct¬ or got, and if you have ever seen Betty James angry, you can sympathize with 28 1940 YEAR BOOK those poor kids. As we neared the basement of the school, I heard a voice saying, “Save the line, don’t go over the line,” over and over again. It sounded like Mr. Vincent, but when we got down there, who should it be, but Alex Hay in the role of manual training teacher. This was the last room, so I thanked Sam and started back down town. As I walked along, I opened my paper to the sports page, and there in big type 1 read, “Miller Pitches Third Consecutive No Hit - No Run Game,” and there was a three column picture of Bing Miller. He was pitching for the Red Sox, who were now on top in the big league standings. Just after crossing the highway, I caught sight of a familiar looking figure in the uniform of a state policeman. It was Eddie Doherty, who had become a finger in the long arm of the law. But our conversation was rudely inter¬ rupted by a speeding car which Eddie had to chase. As I continued on my tour, who should I run into but Eva Hoel, who informed me that she was go¬ ing from house to house getting pupils for the kindergarten she was about to open. A little farther along, I saw a familiar looking salesman. As I got a little closer, I discovered that it was David Ritchie. He told me that he was the sole New England representative for the Little Duster Vacuum Cleaner. I sneaked away as David went into a lengthy discourse on the value and ex¬ pense of the “Little Duster.” Two new buildings had been recently erected in town ; one was the home of “The Keyhole,” North Andover’s latest newspaper, and the other one was the North Andover Clinic. I decided first to see the newspaper, and then the Clinic. As I walked into the building of the newspaper, whom should I see at the combination information desk and telephone switchboard, but Betty May, who was trying to convince a prospective customer that he should subscribe to “The Keyhole,” and I couldn’t help thinking that Betty could do a good job at convincing. She stopped just long enough to welcome me, and to direct me to the office of the editor. As I walked into the editor’s office, there was another classmate, Rita Camire, in the role of the editor’s secretary. The surprise of seeing so many classmates was wearing ofif, so I almost expected to see another one in the next room. Sure enough, there he was, Bob Cunningham, in the typical office position, feet on the desk, reading the latest copy of his paper. He was very glad to see me and offered to take me on a tour of inspection of the place. The first section that he took me to was the sports department, which was lorded over by a huge bulk of a man whose orders sent assistants scurrying all over. This man looked up as we approached, and low and behold, who should it be, but that versatile wit of the class, Billy Mackie. As Billy was in a bad mood today, we did not stay around there long. We then went to a little room that was set off from the rest. As we went in the door we were greeted by a loud snore coming from behind a large drawing board and a monstrous pile of used drawing paper. Behind this mountain, we found the comic editor of “The Keyhole,” Phil Kelly, sound asleep after completing the arduous task of drawing the comics for the day’s issue. We next went back into the news room and over to a corner set off for the woman’s page editor, but Bob explained that “The Keyhole” had two of them because of the quantity of women’s news in town. And there they were, the typewriting twins, typ¬ ing their column for the next day, Lillian and Helen Burns. We went from there to the corner set apart for the poet of the paper. This 29 JOHNSON HIGH SCHOOL was our old class poetess, Eleanor Cole, which after all was as it should be, for she was really good when she was in school. I noticed that “The Keyhole” had an art page with criticisms on the latest pictures. I asked Bob if he had to buy this column, but he was quick to assure me that his paper didn’t have to buy anything, and to prove it, he led me into another office where I found classmate Frances Martin in the act of examining an old Raphael with her trusty microscope, so we left her to her work. We went from here to the dramatic department which I found to be under the able supervision of Mar¬ guerite McKinnon. She was writing a review for the play “Yesterday’s Goodbye” and I saw as I read her stuff that the leading lady and leading man were Dot Dainowski and George Porteck, respectively, with the leading sup¬ porting part being played by Mary DeNault. But I am sorry to say that Peggy was not very much impressed by the performance of her former class¬ mates. She said that “Yesterday’s Goodbye” was today’s farewell, and a few even less complimentary things, so I decided not to see it. She said that the only good thing about the play was the orchestra, under the able direction of Gene Ruess and his piano. I told Bob that I wanted to see the new clinic next door, so he said that he would take me over there himself, but just as we were going out, who should come charging in, but the ace reporter of the paper, Doris Gustafson, with a hot scoop, so Bob had to excuse himself and 1 went there alone. As I walked in, whom should I meet as the receptionist but Eleanor Valpey, who directed me to the office of the medical doctor of the clinic, Dr. Joseph Flanagan. When I walked in through the door of Dr. Flanagan’s office, there, staring me in the face, was Mary Dineen, who was the nurse for brother Joe, lucky fellow. Mary told me that Joe wasn’t there just then, so I didn’t stay, but de¬ cided to go next door to see Dr. John Casserly, who was the dentist for the clinic. And who should be his nurse but Ruth Stevenson. She said that the doctor was busy with a patient, so I decided to wait. I picked up a book that was lying there and started to read it. The title was, “Personality, and How to Obtain It.” The first few pages were very interesting, so I looked for the author, and who should I find had written the book, but Kitty Wainwright! Ruth told me that Kitty was quite an authoress now. Just then John came out of his workshop with the announcement that he was all through for the day, so we went out for supper together. I asked him how all this building in town had come about, and he told me that since the women had taken over the town affairs, things had changed. I asked him to explain, and he told me that three years ago, Marguerite Kenyon and Hazel Morse had been elected to the board of selectmen. I asked him who the third one was, and he said Jimmie Winning, but added that he had no more say or authority than a hen-pecked husband. John said that he wanted to stop in at the library, and as we walked in the door, what should greet my eyes, but two librarians’ desks. John explained that the town fathers couldn’t decide between Ruth Wheeler and Harriet McQuesten, so they gave the job to both of them. When we came out of the library, we found that someone had put a handbill in John’s car announcing the opening of a new and different com¬ mercial school by two more classmates, Louise Detora and Doris Robinson. While going back down town, he told me that he had to stop for a moment at a beauty shop to find out about an appointment. And I’ll be darned if he didn’t stop at a beauty shop that was being run by Isabel Rabs and Mildred Margerison. Their window was decorated by a large picture of a girl with 30 1 9 4 0 YEAR BOOK lovely, long, blonde hair. This upon closer observation turned out to be Doris Rea who had become a very famous model. I stayed with John for that night. Early the next morning, I again set out on my merry way up the coast. One thought troubled me, though. I had heard about everyone except Marcia Barker, who seemed to have dropped out of sight. As I walked along I came to a billboard that announced to the world that they should smoke “Lifto Cigarettes.” Under that was the statement, “When I am tired and worn out Mter a hard game I smoke a ‘Lifto’ to get my pep back,” and who should it be signed by but the last of my classmates, Marcia Barker, who was the cap¬ tain and star forward of the professional girls’ basketball champs, The Barker All Stars. As I wandered on, I felt both happy and sad at the same time. Sad because I had to leave all my pals of school days, but at the same time happy because they were all so well off, and prosperous. I am a firm believer now, that the world certainly is a small place. JAMES M. FLANAGAN Do You Remember Wben A student council session lasted two hours and almost ended in a fight? A certain biology class was limited to two field trips? Betty May was quiet? Stunt Night wasn’t postponed? “Johnson Jottings” made its debut? Dot Dainowski didn’t know the answer? Mary Dineen didn’t already know the joke? Bill Mackie wore his first long pants? Stoney got initiated? We had night school? Miss McAloon gave the “Chefs” some baking powder instead of confec¬ tionery sugar? Dot Dainowski had a black eye and didn’t know how she got it? 31 JOHNSON HIGH SCHOOL SPORTS FOOTBALL The Johnson High gridiron warriors went through one of the hardest sched¬ ules in the Valley under the able leadership of John Ranfonc, with the loss of only four games out of the eleven played. The following was the usual line-up: he. P. Miller, l.t. A. Giragosian, l.g. R. Hall, C. (C) J. Ranfone, r.g. J.Lanni, r.t. J. Winning, r.e. E. Summers, cpb. A. Greenwood, l.h.b. W. Lafond, r.h.b. F. Stewart, f.b. R. Sullivan. The team was given a banquet at the end of the season by the Eclectic Club, at which sweaters were presented to the following players: Philip Miller, Anthony Giragosian, Robert Hall, John Ranfone, John Lanni, James Winning, Arthur Greenwood, and Managers James and Joseph Flanagan. BASKETBALL The basketball team went through a very successful season winning 9 out of 12 in the league, beating Central Catholic twice, splitting two games with Methuen, and losing the only game played with Punchard, for a grand total of 12 won and 5 lost. The regulars on the squad were: Captain Miller, Joe Flanagan, Art Green¬ wood, Bob Sullivan, Jim Flanagan and Bob Cunningham. In passing it might be well to mention what was probably the outstanding play of the season. In the Wilmington game played at Johnson, at the open¬ ing take off, Art Greenwood grabbed the ball and shot a beautiful basket from almost half floor, only to discover that it was the wrong basket, and he had just scored two points for the other side. (This almost cost us the game, too, as we won by only three points in the end.) GIRLS’ BASKETBALL The girls’ basketball team had a very successful season this year, finishing in second place in the Lowell Suburban League— topped only by Wil¬ mington. The team entered the Woburn Tournament and as a result ended again as runner-up. Several awards were given to the girls for their splendid playing. This year, the team consisted of Anna Mackie, Marcia Barker, Ruth Ken¬ nedy, Madeline Cashman, Helen Polichnowski and Shirley Harrison. All but Anna Mackie and Marcia Barker will be back next year. BASEBALL The baseball team, led by Art Greenwood, was pushing its way through all opposition, paced by the murderous slugging of Captain Greenwood, Ernie Summers and Robert Sullivan, and by the superb twirling of Bing Miller. They will have to go some to beat the record of last year’s team, but we feel that they are equal to it. The sports department of the “Year Book” wishes the best of luck and suc¬ cess in the coming year to the captains of next year’s teams. 32 1940 YEAR BOOK 33 JOHNSON HIGH SCHOOL CLASS BALLOT Best Boy Student Best Girl Student Most Popular Boy Most Popular Girl Prettiest Girl Class Bluffer Teacher’s Del ight Class Yam]) Class Flapper Class Humorist Cutest Girl Best Looking Boy Most Innocent Boy Most Innocent Girl Quietest Boy Quietest Girl Most Promising Boy Most Promising Girl Sleepiest Boy Best Natured Girl Best Natured Boy Class Actor Class Actress Most Talkative Boy Class Baby Class Dancer Class Eater Shyest Boy Shyest Girl Class Sheik Class Poet Class Heartbreaker Class Athlete, Boy Class Athlete, Girl Laziest Boy Most Beautiful Smile Class Grind Most Talkative Girl Robert Cunningham Dorothy Dainowski Bing Miller Kitty Wainwright Doris Rea Jack Lanni Bill Mackie Isabel Rabs Dot Costello Bill Mackie Kitty Wainwright Joe Flanagan John Lamprey Ruth Wheeler Harry Bunker Betty Cole Bing Miller Dorothy Dainowski Bill Robinson Kitty Wainwright Philip Kelley George Porteck Dorothy Dainowski Jack Lanni Betty May Bill Robinson Philip Kelley Harry Bunker Betty Cole Boh Hall Betty Cole Joe Flanagan Bing Miller Marcia Barker Bill Robinson Ruth Stevenson Dorothy Dainowski Betty May 34 CLASS SONG FAREWELL TO JOHNSON HIGH (to the tune of “Auld Lang- Syne” To thee, dear Johnson High, to thee We raise our voices strong, We sing of friendships, fast and true, In this, our parting song. Although, we wander o’er the world. And may drift far apart, We’ll think of you, our own dear school, With sadness in our hearts. We love your old familiar rooms, Where we spent happy days, But now the pathway leads ahead To parting of the ways. To our dear teachers, here at school, Who guided us so well, To our beloved Johnson High, We bid a last farewell. BETTY C. JAMES 35 Ji vi 36 SENIOR CLASS rtitritUs anil tJniimlasamFn it Mi is 1 . 8, ' Kim; ■ m ' ■ WSM3M ■ - 38 JUNIOR CLASS 39 SOPHOMORE CLASS 1 iiiiit iisi .LiMJiUlt Lijit-luia ! v 40 FRESHMAN CLASS 1940 YEAR BOOK r n v ' ' v - FOOTBALL SQUAD AND CHEER LEADERS BASEBALL SQUAD 41 JOHNSON HIGH SCHOOL BOYS’ BASKETBALL SQUAD GIRLS’ BASKETBALL SQUAD 42 1 9 4 0 YEAR BOOK YEAR BOOK STAFF JOURNAL STAFF 43 JOHNSON HIGH SCHOOL DRAMATIC CLUB CAST OF “THE MAD HATTERS” 44 1940 YEAR BOOK CHEFS’ CLUB CHEMISTRY CLUB 45 JOHN SON HIGH SCHOOL SUB DEB CLUB DEBATING CLUB 46 1940 YEAR BOOK STAMP CLUB HOBBY CLUB 47 JOHNSON HIGH SCHOOL GLEE CLUB ORCHESTRA 48 T31n? McIntosh school Edward D. McIntosh, Principal Graduates of the JOHNSON HIGH SCHOOL are eligible without conditions for admission to the Secretarial and Junior Accounting courses offered by our school. Graduates of the COMMERCIAL DEPARTMENT of the Johnson High School are eligible for admission to the Advanced Secretarial course or, by examination, to the Business Admin¬ istration course. Information by mail or at the School Office The School Year Begins the MONDAY After LABOR DAY 801-814 Bay State Building Lawrence, Mass. A. B. Sutherland Co. THE LARGEST STORE IN LAWRENCE Call Law. 6131 Daily Free Delivery Service w arren Kay Vantine Studio, Inc. Official Photographers Class of 1940 Johnson High School A FULL LINE OF WOOL, WORSTED AND RAYON STAPLE MACHINERY Nappers for Every Finish on Woven or Knitted Fabrics of Cotton, Wool and Rayon Staple; 16 to 40 Rolls, Single Action and Double Action. Spinning Frames for Woolen-Spun Yarns of Wool, Rayon Staple, Re¬ claimed Fibers, Cotton Waste, Silk Waste, Linen and Asbestos. Preparatory, Carding, Spinning, Spooling. Dressing and Napping Machinery and Supplies; Card Clothing, Napper Clothing, Garnett Wire, and Leather Supplies. 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