Oxford High School - Ravelins Yearbook (Oxford, MA)

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28 THE RAVELIN'S, 1936 out West on one of the wide open ranges. Look at those horses! Look at those cow girls. Now if that girl on the big black horse would only slow up for a second maybe I could get a look at her. Presto! Chango! I know her face is familiar. Who is it? It is Marie Berard! She is walking into the house which must be oc- cupied by the owner of this ranch. Look at all those children! One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six! Don't tell me they belong to Marie! Sure enough! They are calling her Mama so they must be hers. Well, will you look at them jump on their ponies and ride. They sure do know how anyway. Look at that big fat man. He must weigh three hundred! Marie is talking very crossly to him and her fist is being shaken at him. Did she call him Vincent? Why- why-it's Vincent Gill! He and Marie must have married and moved out west to raise a family and conduct a ranch. Here I see a funny little man with a big black beard! Isn't he comical? Are my eyes deceiving me? He is actually taking his beard off! Oh-oh-my, it is only a false one! He is Il thief who is hiding from the law! He is run- ning as fast as he can! But look! a tall fellow, exceptionally tall, with fiery red hair, is run- ning after him. Can it be possible that is Eu- gene Schofield? It is! The tall fellow is Eu- gene. How could anyone possibly grow so tall? What did you do to yourself to grow so tall, Schofield? Well, anyway, Eugene will cer- tainly get a reward for catching that thief! The scene has changed again. What's this? a broadcasting studio. Let me see. Who is the girl standing in front of the microphone? And the other four girls there. One is playing the piano, two play guitars and the other one must he the singer. Let me look closer. Per- haps I'll recognize one of my classmates out of that crowd. Well, low and behold! The singer is Helen Donovan. How well she sings. And the piano player is-now let me see-oh, I know-Dorothv Taft! Yes! Yes! it's they- Paulena Chickering and Katherine Chapman playing guitars. Now isn't that lovely? They all teamed together and look at the job they found. Now I find myself looking in on a scene at a newspaper plant. There are two girls there who are busily typing. They seem to be girls whom I have seen before. Yes, I must have seen them before because they are Eleanor Thompson and Antoinette Vitkus. And who is that man who seems to be very busy doing bookkeeping? Blond hair, tall, blue eyes,- there were very few blond fellows in my class, it must be-oh, yes. it is! Robert Cheney! He always was a star bookkeeper back in Oxford High! My but these glasses do change scenes quick- ly. Here I am looking around in a hospital. I wonder if I will find any of my classmates here. Whoops! A collision. A nurse and doc- tor iust bumped into each other. They are laughing and talking. Well, call me a taxi! Why should they be angry at each other! It's Haig Aroian and Sarah Lawson. It seems Haig is a specialist and Sarah is his head nurse. Good work! What's this? It looks like a woman's meet- ing. There is one woman who has succeeded in getting all the other women to listen to her, so she must be good. Oh, I see what this is. It is a woman's club which is choosing a girl to represent Miss Personality, and The Tallest Girl in the State. They have selected both. Miss Personality looks a bit old to me, but I guess there are no young girls allowed in this club meeting. Miss Personality must be at least 37 and goodness she certainly is younger looking than than. Oh, there is the woman who is the head speaker. Her features are familiar but she seems exceedingly stout. Well, can you imagine! It is Rosemary Herbert! And look who Miss Personality is! It's Dorothy Brown! And the tallest girl in the state is, oh, give me some water quick! It's none other than Gertrude LaPlante! Gert, how did you do it? Well, from the looks of this scene I must be in Italy. What's this? The foreign minister to Italy is talking to an artist! I never knew the foreign minister had to come all the way to Italy to speak to an artist. Aren't there enough in the United States? But look, he seems very friendly with her. Maybe he knows her. Whoa! The foreign minister to Italy is Matthew Sands! And the artist is Mary Browning! Some of my classmates certainly did travel a long way. The scene is changed again. Here I am in New York. A sensational murder has been committed and there are two women detect- ives in the case. There they go into the police headquarters now. Let me see. It's Doris Lapan and Catherine Christian! They certain-

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THE RAVELIN'S,1936 27 CLASS PROPHECY By Helen Daley. Oh dear! Here it is December 31, 1956, and another year has passed away. I am very lonely tonight. I wish I had something inter- esting to do. Oh! I know! That salesman who came to the door with magic glasses said all I had to do was to put them on and wish for something and I would get what I wished for. I'll put them on now and wish to see all the members of my class of Oxford High School-the Class of '36. My goodness! Twenty long years have passed since then. I wonder what roads my classmates chose to travel on. Now let me get these glasses adjusted and I'll make my wish. Let's see what happens. Why-why-I really do believe this is a courtroom scene. Yes, it surely is. There is the judge seated at his desk. Say-his face cer- tainly does look familiar! He looks like-yes, it is! It's none other than Gordon Dimock! So Gordon finally became a judge. Imagine that! He has grown much stouter than when he graduated from Oxford High! But outside of that he looks the same. He seems to be very much interested in the case before him. Those two people who seem to be both speaking at once have familiar faces. Goodness! Every- one seems to be interested in the case by the way they are leaning forward in their seats. Oh! the judge is speaking. He says: The court grants damages to you, Olive Wood, from James Zarr, on the grounds of taking away trade. Why for heavens sake! That can't be Jimmy Zarr and Olive Wood can it? But it is! It seems Jimmy had set up a lunch cart in competition to the suppers Olive was giving. Olive is looking very well. I guess the court is adjourned for the peo- ple are all filing out of the court room. The lawyer of the case seems to be very friendly with Olive. I wonder who it is. Goodnight! it is Ceceilia Degnan! A lawyer at last. And look at that nice looking officer. He has a very familiar face. Let me see. Who can he pos- siblv be? Why it is Elwood Jackson! He cer- tainly makes a fine looking officer, to say the least. Oh! my! These glasses are getting rather blurred. I guess I had better wipe them. There! Now! I can see better. Say-this is a different scene. It is backstage of a very big moving picture stadium. Look at all those pretty chorus girls! They are very much in- terested in their director who is looking them over to see if their measurements are correct. They seem so engrossed in him I think he must be something special. I wish he would turn around so I can see him. Well, well. It is John Connor! 'Can you imagine? And I always thought he was bashful. According to this, he isn't. These glasses certainly do some queer things! The scene has changed right before my very eyes! It is on a big steamer which is just arriving in Hawaii. Hawaii! What a beau- tiful place. I always did want to go there. Look at that young couple on board the liner. They are honeymooners who are coming to spend their honeymoon in Hawaii. They cer- tainly do seem engrossed in each other. Hold everything! It's Lois Stone and Robert Allen! Can you imagine that! And I thought that the man Lois would marry would be a certain Bob from Southbridge. But here she goes and marries a Bob from her own class! Some strange things do happen! The boat has an- chored and they are just descending from the liner. Look at those pretty Hawaiian girls. And what is this? A Spanish Senorita is step- ping from the ship also. She certainly is get- ting quite a welcome. Now she is dancing and singing for the visitors of Hawaii. That girl is dressed like a Senorita and she has dark hair and eyes. but how like an American girl she looks. Why she is an American girl! and she is posing as a Spanish Senorita. It's a class- mate! I know it is! It is Rita Lyman! Well, I never thought Rita would end in Hawaii as a Spanish Senorita. Owooo! The scene has changed again. I can't tell just where I am, but I see a huge field with two airplanes surrounded by people. Oh! Now I see what it is all about. These are two passenger planes which are about to take pas- sengers on a trip. There are the pilots. Gra- cious now! One of them is Kenneth Chaffee! Who is the tiny girl standing near him? She must be the hostess, from the way she is dressed I guess she is. She seems too thin to be Esther Clementson, but I guess it is. Sure! that's who it is. It's Esther! My, how thin she is. I hardly recognized her. Now let me see. What does that sign say? Bar X Ranch. What is this? My glasses must have changed scenes again because here I am

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THE RAVE!LIN'S, 1936 29 ly are doing splendidly in the work of being detectives. Now, look at that theatre. I wonder what I'll find in there? Oh! An operetta! That op- era singer standing there talking to her maid looks familiar. They both look familiar! They are familiar! The opera singer is Eva Dumas -and her maid is Annie Lang! It's late. I guess I'd better go to bed. Oh- Another scene. Where is this? A fashion show. Those two models are rather familiar! Good- ness! They are both the same size. I ought to know them! One is Marguerite Cameron and the other is Barbara Smith But what are they doing modeling? They are a little bit too old to be models. I can't understand it. Oh How stupid of me. I know! They are both stylists who design the clothes for the smart women of the day! They are modeling their own de- signs because they are short of models today! My glasses refuse to show any more scenes. My but I am tired! I certainly couldn't have spent a more unusual evening. And was it sweet to look back on the class of '36 and see how well everyone has done. They have all succeeded! CLASS VVILL By Olive Wood. We, the class of 36, knowing the tears which are falling from the brilliant eyes of the underclassmen and our dear, dear teachers, caused by the thought of our parting, wish to reciprocate by giving, not bequeathing, ffor we are far from deadl some of our most cher- ished qualities and our personality. To Mr. Sannella: Three cheers and a Senior Class that is conventional. To Mr. Richardson: Some made to order ex- cuses, so he will have the type he wants when threats fail. To Mr. McGovern: The titles, The Well- Dressed Man, and The Good Sport. To Mr. Mansur: A less limited vocabulary, hm, decidedly so, otherwise, you have our stamp of approval. To Mr. Browning: Another Maybasket, next year, as good as the one hung this year by the Junior High girls who have such a crush on him. To Miss Kennedy: A permanent job at Ox- ford High School, so that our children will have the pleasure of knowing her. To Miss Manning: A new Ravelin's staff that will get their work in on time and perfectly typed. To Miss Winter: Twenty-six hours a day in order that she may have at least two hours to herself. To Miss Walsh: Two confidence girls to take the place of Doris Lapan and Eleanor Thomp- son. To Miss Gahagan: A poker face to be worn when LaMountain makes a wisecrack. To Miss Snow: The position as model of poise and dignity for next year's senior class. To Miss Turner: Another step up the ladder of success to a higher grade. To Miss Hand: At least eight altos as good as the four seniors she had this year. To Miss McGinnis: A good recommendation as the best poster designer in the world. Having given over the cream to the faculty, we now turn to our dear neighbors, the under- classmen, who, incidentally, will improve with age, and we leave them several of our most cherished possessions which will add to their prestige and fame. To the Junior Class we say, Thanks for the lovely evening, April 13, and lots of success for next year. To Roland Racine: Eugene Schofield's posi- tion as Jack-of-all-trades. To Cookie Walker: A chance to prove that all-around athletes may also be at ease in the drawing room. Oral themes are helpful, Cookie. To Marguerite Hale: Dorothy Taft's work at the candy counter and remember, no credit. To Enid Carlson: Dorothy Brown's ability to please this year's Junior boys. To Ruth West: A typewriter, so that she can practice during vacation. To Warren Whaley: Matt Sands' place as Senior poet laureate.