Sharon High School - Marsengold Yearbook (Sharon, MA)

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Class Prophecy Foreword: All incidents recounted here are purely imaginary and any resemblance, however slight to another play by another dramatist is more intentional than you might think. ACT I Time: A warm summer evening. For the first act the time may be as- sumed to be the present: for the second, the time is ten years later: and in the third, we have somehow returned to 1942. Setting: A drawing room furnished in the usual manner, in the rear, glass doors which open into a garden, beyond which is a forest. Characters: Class of '-12. As the scene opens, our principals are seated about the room on sofas, etc. They are unnaturally quiet, in fact, no one is making a sound. They all seem to be waiting for something to happen. Presently the door opens Qwe don't think it is the glass one, if we didnit mention another. there is one, you may be sure.l A negro maid enters carrying a candelabrum which she sets on the table, she then withdraws. She bears a striking resemblance to the Lula of our play, but we donit know how she got in here. Isn't that .Ieannie XVilson over there on the couch? VVell, then, the only way we can think of explaining it is by assuming that this must be Lulais other self, or XVilson letting Lula tote her own Southern accent around-or something. However, no one seems to see anything unusual in the incident. At last the silence is broken by none other than - ELEANOR FISHBIAN fwith great dramatic emphasisi: VVhat are we all doing here? NVhat is this place? YVhy did We come here?,' JOHN HEMENWAY: I donit get this at all. What's it about anywayfy' BETTY FRYE fvery earnestlyl: It's just this: the place is peculiar. If we go out that door when the moon rises and go into these woods, we shall see ourselves as we otherwise might be, in the future for instance, and, if you're interested that is a direct steal from Dear Brutus. with portions of A Midsummer Niglzffs- Dream thrown inf, HELEN VOIT: I don't understand it at all. QFrankly, friends, neither do we? HERBIE TURCK Crising and gesturing towards the doorj: What difference does it make whether we understand it or not - it ought to be interestingf, Ah. yes the same old Turck, place and time notwithstanding. RUTH FLANAGAN fchewing quietly on her best fingernail, ignoring completely the Fryeis previous learned exposition, or dreaming as usuall: I read something like this once-it was a play by- by-who or whom was it by? JAY SHYNE fjumping up and starting for the doorj: XVell. whos first? No shoving. childrenf' Since there is no movement on the party of anyone toward the door. he subsides and returns slowly toward the others. There is a murmur of low conversation from them. grouped together, above these rises a decisive voice. page fweiifzf-.seiimz

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disposition -but after all, what more is needed except jean herself-to Chris Seibert. Lucky girl! The senior class in totum leaves little to be desired being in effect a perfect class. However, since it seems to be expected of us, we further leave Mr. Kean in the throes of a fascinating Russian novel, which, incidentally, we mustn't read until we're a little older. XVe leave Mr. Pedley much to our regret and probably much to his relief. XVe'l1 carry his parental outbursts in our chastened memories. XVe leave Mrs. Hall sadly in need of a bass section and a soprano-alto backbone for her brilliant glee club. To make anything of the juniors she'll simply have to do the impossible as usual. NVe leave the Misses Chase and Newton tender memories of a unique class and of a class full of fun and cussedness, the class of '42, of course. XVe leave Mr. Weldon with wishes of good luck and happy sailing. Uncle Sam's going to run out another pair of sea legs. VVe leave Mr. Clark in a decided quandary as to whether or not he will ever be able to replace us, and whether he would be willing to do so if he could. NVe leave Mr. Ward to the moguls of the U. S. Army. We hope he takes as much out of the japs as we've taken out of him. NVe leave Mr. Cartensen with the ranks of his traffic squad sadly depleted, however, replacements in the shape of dummies shouldn't be hard to find with the junior class around. To the freshman class we leave the hope that with the advancing years they will drop their lollipops, learn to apply makeup without calling constantly for the services of a fire extinguisher, and remain always the simple, innocent babes-in-arms they now are. To the very learned, junior-to-be, wise fools we leave our place in the heavens conHdent that they can never fill it. We wish, further, the best of luck in all their wild-cat schemes to these darling ignorami of the gods. Bless their sophmoronic little hearts! To our honored successors, the juniors, we leave a neat job of ribbing and the sincere hope that they will perform as comolete a task, and one as faithfully executed, as we believe that we, the senior class, have been privileged to conclude now after 'four years at Sharon High School. Bonne chance! In witness whereof, we, the class of 1942. have hereunto subscribed our names and affixed our seal, this eighth day of june, in the fateful year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred and forty-two. CSignedD Tins CLASS or 1942 SHARON HIGH Scuoor. XVitm-sses: F. D. Roosevelt Testators: David lrVinn Bishop loseplz Stalin Edward Martin Berger Winston Clnn'r'lfiI1 Irving Ritson Post puggr' lu'1'nty-.s'i.r

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D.-XX'ID B1sHoP: XVell, what do you say, fellows? Come on.' She starts aggressively toward the door, several of the boys, Eddie Berger, Red McGrath, and XVesley Robinson, start after him, en masse. Through the glass doors the moon is visible, illuminating the tops of the great trees, which define the edge of the forest. Something about this causes them to hesitate, to waver, and to glance back at the people seated on the sofa. The latter have ceased their conversation and are intent on the four daring desper- adoes. Seeing the young bravoes' hesitation, a dashing blonde rises and starts decisively towards the quavering quartet. CERTBUDE FRENCH Cstepping over to the glass doors and throwing them openj: Come on, now, all of you. She beckons to the others and shoves the several daring ones on ahead of her. As the others follow her lead, the curtain falls. ACT II Scene 1 , The scene opens upon the moonlit forest, with its tall, dark trees, then the set suddenly changes fHollywood stuffl, and abruptly we are standing before the palatial home of D. Mulligatawny Nickerson, Hollywood's latest and smoothest gift to, the women. He is idly chatting with Miss Carlotta Vitali. that dashing, if not so young, Elm columnist. NICKERSON: And that's all I have to tell you, Miss Vitali, while I was there, Miss Hughes proved herself to be an extremely efficient nurse. Barbara - that is, Miss Hughes -is a charming person, but honestly thatis all there is to it! CARLOTTA: Come, now chum, what was that lush little bit about Norma Meister, the national tennis champ, who has been playing here recently, and what about Collossal's new blonde creation. the uyoomphv girl Priscilla Morse? It's rumored- ? ? ?l' NICKERSON: Oh as to that-i' He is interrupted by the entrance of a stout. distinguished young man. However, we art not fooled by the air of authority. It is none other than john Landall, old John, voted the class mystery of 1942. JOHN LANDALI.: i'Pardon me, Mr. Nickerson, but Collosal Studios have called and want you down for retakesf' Nicticrinsox: Very well, L., send Lehmbecker around with the Packard, will you? To Carlotta: Will you drive down with me? I've just hired a most efficient, new chauffeur. fCurtainJ ACT II Scene 2 Q As the scene opens we find ourselves in an ultra-modern business office, the law firm of Crooks, Berger, Fitzpatrick, and Neithold, as the lettering on the door announces. Berger is seated at his desk busily dictating to a pert, blonde young thing, whom we recognize as Miss Helen Frisbee. Bi-:msn-:nz That will be allf Miss Frisbee. Have you those notes on the French page lu'1'nfy-Gigli!