Sharon High School - Marsengold Yearbook (Sharon, MA)

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Advancing into the spacious and ornately designed foyer of the Indian Playhouse, appropriately surrounded by ticket scalpers, we find ourselves listening intently to a silver-toned commentator, who at present is hiding behind the microphone greeting dignitaries and celebrities alike for NBC, CBS, and TVA. NVhy of course! It's Mr. Voi - - - oh, I beg your pardon! It's Mr. David Prescott. Take it away D. P. Ladies and gentlemen! Before I begin my interviews and comments, just a word about this gigantic production. It's the biggest thing since Mickey Mouseu, and because its leading roles are taken by former members of this town, more specifically by the class of ,41 of Sharon High School, appropriately this king of all screen productions is having its first showing here tonight. But wait-here are our first victims, Miss Agnes Fitzpatrick, our deft baton twirler, accompanied by her able manager Miss Virginia Eldracher, both bursting, as usual, with juicy tidbits extracted from the lives of renowned Sharonites. IVhat have you been doing in the past few years, my friends? IVell, David, welve been spending most of our time in New York Cityf' YVould you tell us about your experiences in New York, Cinny?,' Cladly. One of the best shows of the current season is The Water-Wave Aquacade managed by Professor Paul Condon. A majority of Condonis Water Babies are former Sharon girls. Kay Boyden, Babe Cunningham, and Mari- louise jones are among star performers. And have you noticed the clever covers in Resort,', that sensational, new weekly devoted to the exploitation of feminine charm? They are designed by our old friend Donald Cately. You probably wouldn't recognize in its pages the brunette who models those attractive, Chinese red bathing suits. That's Doris Carterf, That,s quite a hat you have on yourself, Agnes. A New York model, I presume. Oh! Do you like it? It's an original creation by Thelma Stratton. Sheis doing very well for herself in the big city. YVhile we were driving out to Pat Leary's country place on Long Island for lunch the other day, we stopped in at Freddie Frey's gargantuan garage, and who should be installed there as chief mechanic, but Bill Moore. Oh, did you hear the sad news about Doug Alden? He was riveting the girders of a skyscraper recently, when pausing to gaze at a bit of feminine scenery, he slipped and fell, breaking his leg. He was taken to New York Central Hospital, where heis under the special supervision of Dr. Warren Armstrong who handles the most violent cases. He seems to be doing very well, let us hope that he continues to do so. I am sure he will, Cinny, but here comes the class widow. Bernice NVhite. who is having a very gay time of it. Cood evening. Bernice. NVhat have you been doing lately?,' I've been so many places and seen so many things, I simply can't recall everything. I do remember, however, the recent performance at the Metro- politan of the Barber of Sevillew, in which our own talented young coloratura soprano, Marylee Ward, made her debut. Incidentally. the Keeny and Carlo fStetson and Brownj acrobatic dance team is now co-starred at the Rainbow Boom with Bob McLean,s band of merry men featuring that popular vocalist and merriest of men, Bill Mann -- but I really must be getting on. It's been so nice! - page twenty-nine

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rophecy Time, that harvester of joys and sorrows, pleasure and pain, has reaped the gold of fifteen precious years as we gather tonight to share once again the experiences that hrought ready smiles and tears to our eyes so frequently in the Past. Truly. the years have sped, but with their going have come to the memhers of the class of '-11 experience unbounded and the realization in full of the potentialities they showed while at Sharon High School. Having weathered a myriad of storms thus far on the infinitely mysterious ocean that is lille. they reyel in their ever-increasing power and in the con- templation of their growing wisdom, the inevitahle accompaniment of the on- rushing years. The year, Iriends, is 1956. Our scene is the crowded confusion of Sharon. that hnsy little metropolis, often referred to as the Ilollywood of Hocliamoclt Valley, now alight with golden flame. The exact locale is hltlllgl'tllllS Indian Theatre. The neons spell out hrilliantly in the night the name of the movie which is haying its premiere here this yery evening. A-Xiin for the Star, featuring .lulie Smith tNIiss Delphine lirule, of other yearsl, Charles Boyer, 'V . ' . , , fnone other than that old Sharon lligh favorite, Xernon Saundersj. and last, hut hy no ineans least, that great, romantic loye team, Roger tllomeo , K K .-Xrdonl xlniadon, and llalis fblulietl lceherg tthat cool, young trick we l4nei'.' in earlier time as llarliara lfriliergl. llflgl' Irlelrlll-rixghl

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Ah, good evening, Mrs. Bergstrom. You can't fool me, Mary Rose. VVould you like to say a few words? By the way, where is George?', I feel highly honored, really, I do. George is at home, the dear, minding the twins, Ralph and Richard, you know. Cute names, aren't they? Did you know that Harold Lurie and jane Clark started on a trip around the world? They planned a lecture series, with Harold handling the photography, and jane, of course, doing the talking. But they didn't get very far, poor things. They ran into a series of genuine misfortunes, Harold went YVest, and Ianie suddenly separated for Southern climes. When I left Kenny and Janie in the South Seas, they were having a wonderful time. And you canit imagine whom I saw in South Africa? Pete Church and Bob Buttingerl Pete had several tiger skins. Heis a Princeton man, you know, so youid expect this. Butt seemed to be collecting pink elephants for the most part. I made him promise to send a few to Sharonf' Thanks a lot Mary for some choice morselsf, ' XVho is that beautiful blond? She does seem rather familiar. NVhy, itis Connie Swift! Connie, sweet, it's grand to see you. Have you seen anything of the other girls lately?,, Oh dear, yes, David! You know, or did you know that Mrs. Norma Scott Free was elected President of the Dartmouth Squaws Club. and Pat Morgan has just buried her third husband? Poor dear, she has such a trying time. She seems to worry them right into their graves. Rock tEleanor Rockettl became a gym teacher after winning several prizes in the Olympics for weight- lifting and shot-putting. She was asked to retire as a result of the vigorous protests of the competing male members of the team. Clara tNeitholdl is modeling clothes at Macyis in New York City. L'The girls seem to be doing very well. lust what has happened to the boys?,' Prof, lVilliam Roos is conducting experiments with glass flowers at M. I. T., and in his spare time he is completing his planet cruiser. You knew that the twins were co-partners of the First Inte1'national Bank, didnt you? I havenit heard from the rest. Many of them, you realize, are of draft age now. Oh-and more about the girls, I understand that Ellen Christensen is a dietitian at the Virginia College for lVomen, and Roma Lang married a retiring NValpole banker and spends her time visiting sick children in hospitals and working for charity. Sounds like old times, doesnt it?', lt certainly does. Thank you so much. Connie. NVe do hope you'll enjoy the showf' Thank you, I'm sure I willf' 'Ykncl now, folks, where they came from we don't know, but here they are - the stags or eligible bachelors: Allen Singer. the mellow-voiced salesman for llristlier Brushes with a substantial salary, girls, Rico Vadala, the silent law partner of Melvin l.eventhal, our rank-er ranking senator, and Ilarold Paul, looking, as always, for people to string up and along. Yes, he's still selling neckties. lt's almost curtain time, everybody, but before we sign off I just want to mention that the production manager for this evening's perform- aneee is NVild XVilliam llall, and the blnshingly bashfnl director, Tom Coffey. Now on with the showlu page fllflifll