Shrewsbury High School - Colonial Yearbook (Shrewsbury, MA)

Page 34 text:

'iThat voice sounds familiar, I said. I wish we could see who it was. And then as if a genie had heard me, on the screen appeared the office of the hospital. There sitting at the switchboard was Ginny Hesselton and at a desk nearby sat Helen Stone- back, calmly typing hospital records. Turning my attention to the receptionist I was stunned to see Theresa Betti, looking very demure as she directed visitors to their respective patients. Gosh, there's Fritz Mowry coming in the door. Doesn't he look prosperous! I ven- tured. Now it's my turn to turn the channel, yelled Henry. Oh, please don't-they're showing us the emergency entrance now, I protested. There was Pete Anderson calmly and skillfully backing an ambulance up to the door. O.K.! Turn the channel. commanded Henry. i'We'll wait until after this advertise- ment, I said. And on the screen came the advertise- ment for television sets. I noticed that Cecile Dumas was trying to sell television sets to Bette McGinley, Marilyn Gentesse, and their hus- bands. There, Bette bought a set, now you can go over to her house instead of coming here to see television, I barked at Henry. Now can I turn the channel? he asked. At least now we'll see SOMETHING. I sat back in my chair, my eyes glued to the screen. No, it couldn't be. But it was. There was Joe Montecalvo and Rocky Martinelli. Joe was calmly stirring something in a kettle while Rocky was demon- strating how to wind spaghetti on a fork. I realized that what Joe was stirring must be his famous Italian sauce. Suddenly a third man appeared on the scene. Hurry, hurry, boys, hurry: we must not keep the customers waiting. It wasn't until then that I recognized Rudy Alano. Rudy had been a singing chef but was promoted to a sing- ing waiter. This program is over. Turn to channel 8. They're supposed to show an aerial view of Miami Beach and maybe we'll see someone we know, suggested Henry. 'AOh, yes! hmmmmm -they must be having a talent show. The first in line was Gail Riley, mod- eling her latest creation. Two of Shirley Green- wood fashions were next, modeled by Bev Sweetman and Virginia Pepper. They both looked stunning. Their dresses were of nautical design. Shirley must have got her ideas from Mr. Jacobs' famous trig classes. After the fashion show came a talent show. All the most popular artists of the time were making personal appearances. Frances Zuromskis, a first-year star at the Met, ap- peared with her manager, Marty Wilson. She said that she was sorry she couldn't appear last week but her manager had had a very severe case of the chicken-pox. Next on the program was Bev Gonya, following in her sister's foot- steps, singing the blues. The third guest star will be Ruth Sandy with her all girl orchestra, boomed the announcer. But Henry turned the channel again. What kind of a program is this? It's a girls' agency. They're jacks of all trades. Hello-yes, this is the Bonardi All Purpose Agency: President Bonardi speaking- you want to hire a girl to present the ballet at your daughter's birthday party? We'll send one over. Miss Backholm--report to the Rigiero Mansion at two o'clock today. Dotty Backholm appeared on the screen dancing about. It seemed obvious that she was glad to know that she would see her old friend Mary Ryder that afternoon. It seems that Mike must be very successful to be living in such a splendid home. Of course, at the Agency, I wasn't surprised to see Marion Perreault and Gloria Pirone. They did exhibition dancing. I also saw Ginny Carroll and Jane Chamberlin taking rapid dictation from George Nash, Carol's business manager. Also using the agency as a home base was Bobbie Loomer who hired herself out to parents who wished their little monsters to learn that great all around sport of basketball. The picture on our screen now shows Maryann Sanborn giving some pointers to the less fortunate on 'ihow to trap a man, or don't give up the ship. g i'Well, I guess that program's over, sighed Henry. On the screen appeared the advertisement that I had been waiting for: the rules to the Toni Twin contest. Guess which twin has the Toni? And then the Toni Twin's heads ap- peared. I was amazed to find that the Toni Twins were none other than Elva Levesque and Ruth Bates. I also noticed that the man giving the contest rules had a familiar voice but it wasn't until he said that his name was Donald Anderson that I remembered him. On the last Toni Twin contest I won the prize, so I don't see why I can not win this one, I retorted. Come on-how come you won? Henry asked. Well, Donna Nelson and I were in high school-and she wrote me a letter telling me a very simple way to get rich quick. She told me that she and Astrid were the Toni Twins and which was which. Next on our T.V. set was a sports pro- gram with sports-casters Charlotte Turner and Peggy Hayes interviewing Ann Seguin and Squash Johnson. You know of course that Ann is the captain of the All-American Girls' Hockey Team, which recently won its 87th consecutive game. Squash, of course, is one of the co- captains of the All-American Football Squad. It's sign-off time, I hinted to Henry. May I come over again? Yes, of course. I sweetly replied. Good-bye, and don't forget we have a date for June 23, l99l.

Page 33 text:

QQ xl! Cr Jr' . -N 'iv' M As usual, Henry and I, while watching MY television set at MY house, had a slight disagreement. I want to see something different to- night, said Henry. No, you can't: I want to see the show that I want to see, I declared. You never see it my way, complained Henry. Oh, look, there's the five minute news bulletin. Oh, poor Kenny Johnson, the Olym- pic ski champion, was injured while jumping off a ski jump. And from the television set came the words, 'That favorite cook of yours, Marguer- ite Sammataro, has had a bad cold during the past week and lost the cooking championship because she could neither smell nor taste the food she was seasoning' Look, Henry, that famous explorer. David Park, has just come back from Africa with his secretary, Nancy Judson. He states that 'Now our exclusive-Marvin Sanborn. the famous scientist and inventor, just came back from Russia and states that authorities over there claim they invented the jumping beans.' Let's look at channel 4. Why, it's the American Red Cross Convention from Me- chanics Hall in Boston and the main speaker is Barbara Putnam. Listen 'And it is true that the Red Cross has made great strides since 1951. Now, here to my left is Analee Andrews, who will show you the correct way to attack a wrenched back. The patient is Bruce Symonds. who was injured when he fell under a stack of canned goods. Marie DeSalvio will describe the process of rubbing the hills out of the back- bone.' Can you imagine poor Bruce lying there strapped to the table watching Analee come toward him with a carpenter's plane? gasped Henry. Oh, here's one of those commercials. Well, it's Bill Andersen and he's telling us that we should fly by Andersen's Consolidated Air- lines. Do you know that Arthur Clemons was up in his office the other day still trying to sell ads for the 1951 Colonial? I put in. Bill certainly has had a lot of luck in politics. You know his secretary, Barbara Nor- ton, was once part owner of Hebert Candies, but she ate up all the profits. Hey, the races from Indianapolis Speedway! It's almost over, the announcer boomed. Number 13 is in the lead, followed by number 7. Number 14 had a slight accident a while ago when it developed motor trouble and stalled on the track. Five racers smashed into it before the driver, Bob linglund, was thrown clear and landed at the feet of nurse Ann Perreault who is now helping him up. Bob's assistant, Manuel Simonian, is out there now, and is amazed at how the thing ever ran at all. Well, the leading car is coming up to the finish line after the last lap and it has smashed into a big stack of emergency tires and bounced back, just enough to come in second. Yes sir, Bob McCowan sure had his taste of bad luck today. Another commercial, said Henry. Listen, it's that famous actress, Ann Fair- banks. 'And I always stop in at Carl Lilje- strand's and Bill Linton's new Blue Sunoco station. They have such nice gas and they are such dear boys to talk to. I'll be seeing you in my next picture King Solomon's Harem. Byel' Now it's my turn. Turn the channel. And so switching to channel 17 we see before us on the screen what looks like the inside of a hospital. Sure enough, here comes-well, for gosh sakes-Marilyn Sencabaugh, Joyce Firmin, and Dorothy Flynn, all dressed in their nurses' uniforms. How efficient they look. Into a room they march. I wonder who that is with a broken leg. Maybe they'l1 show us a close up. Well, blow me over, if it isn't Farley Granger. A few strings must have been pulled in order to torture one poor man with those three effervescent girls. The next flash on our screen is the oper- ating room. Nurse Kathleen Mullen is assisting Dr. Collamore on with his gloves. The room is darkened and the operation begins. That is, I think it begins! There's nothing on the screen but blackness! Well, we've been sitting here for ten minutes seeing nothing. Finally the lights go on, and we see Nurse Gloria Symonds con- gratulating Doctor Collamore on his first new- theory operation. It is explained to us that the good doctor had so many near accidents on the operating table, that he decided to operate in the dark: the light made him nervous. His first victim-I mean patient-was his old friend. Moe Catino. Doctor Collamore wanted in the tele- phone booth, comes the voice from the loud- speaker.

Page 35 text:

Nhwwwmftw Qleigill 6i,ZQS5 ...fl 9511 V. H e 5sEL.1'oN We. the class of 1951, after four years of skipping periods sleeping through classes and flunking exams. do hereby declare this to be our last will and testament. To MR. STURTEVANT, we leave what is left of our class funds so that he may build a new high school. To MR. COOKE, we leave peace, at least, along with the hope that he will never again meet a class like ours. To MRS. MARSHON, we leave a loud-speaker system to all rooms so that she won't have to make out the notices every day. To MRS. BACCARO, we leave some stuffed animals to keep her panda company. To COACH BERGSTROM, we leave a no-hit, no-run pitcher, a 230- pound fullback and a 300-point forward, in the hope of continued fame in sports for Shrewsbury. To MR. BOWKER. we leave the confident hope that he'll never have another drawing class like this year's senior one. To MR. BRESNAHAN, we leave a burglar alarm so that he won't have to work overtime on Sundays. To MISS CHASE, we leave a bus line at her disposal for all the girls' basketball and hockey games. To MISS CHURCHILL, we leave a special hall with wonderful acoustics for her many meetings and rehearsals. To MR. CONNELLY, we leave all the pickled frogs and worms he can USC. To MISS COTE. we leave a supply of wake-up pills to be used on Shrewsbury's constant sleepers. To MISS DRINKWINE. we leave an orange scooter so that Shrewsbury's future students won't make the same mistakes we did. To MR. LALLI. we leave a drivers' education class that will listen to every word he says. To MRS. DAWSON, we leave a supply of coughdrops in case there's a shortage. To MISS DONELAN. we leave all our plastic book-covers to be used as paper hats. To MRS. FIPPHEN. we leave a brand-new, modernized kitchen-she'll understand why. To MISS GUCCIARDI. we leave a supply of assignment books for all future French and Latin classes. To MRS. HAMEL, we leave the hope that she will encounter a class that has all themes, essays and book reports in on time. To MR. JACOBS. we leave a truckload of Christmas cards to worry about.