Roslindale High School - Yearbook (Roslindale, MA)

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HHSS IlHHPHiEY Our palms having been crossed with silver, turbans firmly planted, WE, the prophets of B. H. S. ,4-1, have gazed deep into our crystal balls, pulled away enveloping clouds, and LO! HEBE IS WVHAT VVE HAVE SEEN! The first person was Ceiling Zero Byrnes, being congratulated by Ceneral Nuisance at Headquarters, after his successful testing of the new Zokas-White Cometf' This plastic invisible fighter is expected to revolutionize modern aeronautics. After polishing the ball a bit, we discovered Martin Cain drinking tall. cool mint-juleps in the shadowy coolness of the beautiful terrace of his Ceorgian plantation house deep in the tobacco-growing region. Colonel Cain got great pleasure, he said, out of sitting at night on the terrace, and hearing his retainers softly croon the soulful spiritual LS-MFT.', VVe blew a wisp of mist away, revealing Congresswoman Ann Bloomfield as the woman-of-the-year. Miss Bloomfield, who dashes off a Broadway success now and then, has often been compared with the brilliant Claire Boothe Luce. Lifting a cobweb, we saw lovely blonde Beverly Artz, one of the season's best actresses, dazzling Broadway in thc Joseph Davis smash hit, Up thc Ladder of Successf, or, XVho Took the Third Bung?,' In dispelling a cloud, we tuned in just in time to hear the cool, calm voice of Barbara Ammidown discussing household problems with several housewives chosen from the studio audience. Among them was a group of our alumnae, whom we know as Margie Duffy, Margie Bennett, and Margie Riley. Following a slight pause for station identification, the familiar voice of Betty Barnicle explained the merits of the Super-bonbon, a Hdeeelicious new confection manu- factured by Andy's Candy Shoppe, Betty Anderson, proprietor. We squinted a bit, and found Ellen Fay, the exciting star of the M. C. M. fMcCue, Codey, and Manchesterj production, Cone with the Draftu, re- covering quickly in a Hollywood hospital from a broken eyebrow which she had sustained in a fall on the lot some time ago. Miss Fay's famous eyebrows are 1'eputedly insured with Lloydfs of London. Swishing at the gloom with a broom, we caught sight of Xirginia Lee. the eminent explorer whose exploits are on a level with Haliburtoifs, hacking 7 her wav throu h the dense 'un les of the Amazon vallev searchin for the I J Y L J ,v L long missing crooner, Frank fSwoonerj Skeffington. Swooner, who was being flown to the Antarctic by his own request, was forced down in the Amazon re ion bv an ardent roun of lassies in P-47's who ursued him from J , I 7 . the States. In Miss Lee s entoura YC was Francis Flvnn, ambassador to Argentina, . 5 who immediatel flew to Bio when he learned that his classmates were in the Y vicinity. After pulling aside a fragment of grimy dust, we perceived Ceorge Mac- Kenzie the freat American artist, receivin f Jlaudits from the worlds freatest x B v bv l art critics on his brilliant work, The Fog . Mr. MacKenzie is well known here and abroad because of his mysterious portrait, the Lona Misau. Knocking our way through a howling crowd which obscured the clear surface of the ball we caught a quick U'lklllCC of two weavinf figures .... i an l C1 5 an page nineteen

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Theresa llardy tells us the secret of How to Win Friends and Influence Peoplefi john Sherry beflueatlis his title as one of the smallest seniors to a '45 aspirant. Charlie Kettendorf leaves 203i Miriam Brooks leaves the memory of her nimble fingers on the ivories. Alice Brunner leaves us remembering a very very attractive senior. Bob Zokas leaves his blond locks. Burbank, Harlow and Iiiggy leave- a happy threesome. Betty XValsh leaves the juniors a special course in day-dreaming. Mary Casey leaves her povvers of oratory for some argumentative junior. Dick Mullen leaves the echoes of his tenor sax. Ken XVard leaves his charming and instantaneous blush. Phyllis Kramer leaves her good nature to a would-be jovial Junior. Doris Clough leaves her job of keeping everyone amused. Claire Kern leaves her wardrobe to the Iunior who wants to become one of the best dressed Seniors. Mary Reddish leaves hobblinf Barbara Crant leaves as our candidate for one most likely to succeed. The foregoing document, being legally designated as the final WVill and Testaineiit of the illustrious class of 1944, and having been drawn up in the presence of the required witnesses, namely stooge the first and stooge to stooge the first, has the official and royal seal of the Class hereunto at- tached and has been filed in the gunroom with other tools of torture, in Hos- lindale lligh School, County of Suffolk. State of Confusion. on the twentv-fifth Q . . day of April in the year of our Lord, 194-1. Barbara MacEachern Betsy Rooney George MacKenzie Attorneys-at-law To Miss Crace Aznive, Miss Loretta Burke. Miss Rose Daly, Miss Marie Flannelly, and Miss Mary Toland,-all of our faculty,-We express our ap- preciation of the assistance and guidance they have given us in the Work of compiling and publishing this, the Year Book of the Class of 1944. THE YEAR BOOK STAFF page eiglileen

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After inquiring of an enthusiastic fan, who turned out to bc John Burke, a '44 alumnus, we discovered that this was a championship match between Bill Kearney and Fmil Holland. Holland, who is the manager of a local alphabet soup factory, recently gave the following statement to the press when questioned on a recent strike at the plant, 'Tm at a loss for words! NVQ- struggled through a cloud laden with the incense of exotic tropical flowers, recognizing the lovely face of Teeny Lennon, beckoning us into this .... this paradise. THIS is the almost legendary 'iSwaying Palms, the popular Boston night-club. Miss Lennon, who owns a large share of the stock in the Palms, has often out-shone the many Hollywood personalities who make it a habit to drop in there. Here, surrounded by many of the elite of Boston, we find Major Key Barlow, the famous ace, being toasted to the skies Cwhich he holds in the palm of his hand? amid great cheering. The Toastmaster, of course, is Al Tobin, and among the cheerers we discover Frank Keliher. Paul Murphy, and Leo fthe Lionl Bilodeau. The vocalizing at the club is ably handled by Betty Lou Matarazzo, who gets wonderful assist- ance from Dick Mullin and his unique all-sax orchestra. XVhile wiping off a smudge of printer's ink, we beheld the offices of the famous only hourly paper. the Oracle, which supplies Boston with news- oi1-the-hour-eyery-hour. Editor Marjorie t Stop the Pressul Riley has a super- duper staff, which, strangely enough, is composed almost entirely of '44 alumni. The renowned editorialist Betsy Rooney, who writes under the nom-de-plume of Torothy Dompson, astounds the English-speaking world with her editorials, which are masterpieces of wit. Peeking under an apple-green eyeshade, we saw petite Mary Foley ahnost submerged in piles of human interestv copy, for Mary edits the human side of the Oracle. Feeling a sudden gust of wind, we turned to a languid individual holding up the wall, but, before we could speak, he answered our unasked question with a laconic, That's 'Front Page' XVard . . . big gun battle down by th' Braves Field. . . Rossie and Southie are still at it! Peering through a blue haze, which had suddenly clouded the ball, we recognized the smoky, familiar Boston Carden, and looking deep into the future, we saw that many '44 alumni have realized their childhood ambitions. This was the BONVLEB and BABLONV 4-ring circus, with its widely renowned troupe of famous performers. Here we saw the talented trio of equestriennes: Gardner, Lord, and Moynahan performing wondrous feats, there, the trapeze artists. Creen, Zebal, Vance, and Company. twisting and turning in phosphorescent spangles high above the enraptured crowdg glancing towards the side-show, we saw Barbara Long, the exotic Brazilian snake-charmerg and Killer , Kolseth, who performs astounding feats of strength time and time again to the never- ending delight of peanut-vendor Norman Shea. After parting a particularly shaggy cloud, we saw a book -the book-of-the- month - a group of essays by the distinguished American authoress Marion E. Flaherty, and published by Barlow, Biggy, and Burbank. The book was re- ceived here with great applause by Miss Flaherty's classmates of i-14. A bit of mist came floating by, but we didnit need to yank it down because it was suddenly split asunder by an autogiro which flashed by . . . it was Claire Kern, and her co-pilot Jeanne Lynch, completing the first non-stop flight from VVest Boxbury to Boslindale. Peering through a filmy cobweb with our X-ray eyes, we happened to see page fll'!'Hflf