Oxford High School - Ravelins Yearbook (Oxford, MA)

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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.

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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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30 THE RAVE LIN'S, 1936 To Roslyn Shapiro: A chance to show what that lovely disposition can do. To Curtis Tarbell: Opportunity to settle down to work and come out with banners flying like our modest Bob Cheney. If you can't settle down, the modesty will be all right, Curt. To Ellen Christensen and Ruth Farrar: The honor of each being the other's good friend like Lois Stone and Helen Daley. To Paul Stoll: An appointment as the Sen- ior Sunny Boy QSunny spelled s-u-n-n-yl to take the place of Johnny Connor. To Ernest LaRose: The job of fulfilling my desire to thumb rides for the next ten years. To Victor Bergeron: Jimmy Zarr's stamp collection. fDon't get stuck up, Vic, I mean with the stampsl. To Ruth Prouty: Esthyr Clementson's great pleasure in stealing a last minute chat in the dressing room at nine o'clock. To Alva Javery: Plenty of zip for next year's athletics so his name will again be the by-word of all up and coming athletes. To Elizabeth Piette: Rita Lyman's Joe Pen- ner hat. To Ruby LaPearl: The position as Oxford High's pep gatherer so she can get a little lung power for dramatics. To Richard Grady: A chance in one more year to play Fred Astaire with Marguerite Cameron as Ginger Rogers. To Rogernette Paige: Cathryn Christian's love of a good time and good things to eat. To Wayne Olney: Inspiration to organize I1 group of Black Shirts in Oxford High School: that ought to be easy, you have a schnozzy one. To Marion Noles: Antoinette Vitkus' loyal- ty to the girls' basketball team. To Rita LaMountain: The job of keeping the boys in their places in the school bus. I don't think you need any help, do you? To Marion Lyon: Barbara Smith's ability to bring in ads for good old Ravelin's. To John Kalita: Jackson's way with the girls: you have us guessing by your strong, si- lent way. To Ernest Johnson: Bob Allen's ability to drive with one arm. To Pauline Gendron: Position as maestro of the music hall and tea dances. Don't get bored, Pauline. To Joseph Dumas: Big ears so he can be the senior Clark Gable. To Ursula Donovan and Catherine Stone: The pleasure of praising Ireland now that Helen has to leave to toot the horn of the land of the Shamrock elsewhere. To Olive Coonan: Annie Lang's love of de- tail so that her oral themes may be longer. To Florence Clouthier: Our praise for the way she years her clothes. To Rita Butler: Full fledged membership in the Muskrat Gang. To Joseph Brodeur: Gordon Dimock's plan of letting the girls he takes out pay for their own icecream cones. To Edward Boutillette: Haig Aroian's mas- terfulness with the women, and his ability to take it when they refuse to take him seriously. To Rita Berard: The ability to overcome Marie's greatest flaw of being late at one o'clock nearly every day. To Albert Bell: Anything to make him talka- tive so that he may become the Huey Long of Oxford High School and entertain the Senior Class with a filibuster. To Florence Barlow: The realization of Gert LaP1ante's desire to get a license before the senior year is out. To John Walker: The job of convincing the seniors, in his twenty minute theme, of the val- ue of seeing America first. To the Sophomores as a whole, we suggest that they let themselves go and paint the school in bright colors next year. To Warren Chaffee: A chance to outgrow his romanticism for the senior girls of '36, in the two years he has left. To Statia Shivick: Ceceilia Degnan's sophis- ticationg you'1l find it useful, Statia. To Clara Snyder: Appointment as President of the Secretaries' League: With so much prac- tice, you ought to be a wow, Clara. To Evy Carlson and Helen Campbell: The job of painting the picture of the high school to be hung in the Main Room. To Robert Powers: A milk truck of his own, so it will be more convenient for pleasure ev- ery P. M. To Donald Mahoney: Paulena Chickering's ability to be a good listener. To Margaret Carlson: Kenny Chaifee's car in case he has not already given it to her.