St Marys High School - Blue Mantle Yearbook (Milford, MA)

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v.ntr. i +■ jF .i V ' - I’m sure all of you are in the know” when it comes to fan¬ tastic and new modern inventions. For example: take the lie de¬ tector, that machine which can record the fact that you’re tell¬ ing a lie by way of scientific waves. It can detect even a white lie, so you see it’s not color-blind either. Then there’s that newly-invented helicopter. You know, that thing that looks like a distorted washing machine and is as ready to take off as some of those screwey hair-dos one sees nowadays. 7 ell, if you think you’ve seen anything, just listen as I tell you of my hair rates¬ ing trip by a new fandangled invention, the time machine, which is most certainly contrary to that old proverb, ”Time waits for no man. n It seems that a scientific friend of mine, namely one Doc¬ tor Bronson has recently produced a new invention, the time mach¬ ine. This amazing machine is capable of carrying a person to or from any time or age by scientific mechanism. All one ' has to do is to press a tiny button and prestol there you are at the des¬ ired place, at the desired time. WhyI It nay even take you back to the time of the early Egyptians or the Middle Ag es or take you to an age in the far, far future. Dr. Bronson was trying to find someone to act as the guinea pig for his first experiment, when I dropped into the picture. At first sight the invention looked to me like a large broken down picture frame with wires going here, there and everywhere. Investigating further, I found that there were several little dials with dates by which to regulate it. One of the dates which immediately caught my eye was the re¬ mote date, 1960, ” Gosh ”, thought I, wouldn’t it be fun to know way ahead of time what my classmates will be doing at that late date. After this musing, it didn’t take Dr. Bronson long to persuade me much further. However, before finally giving in to him, I will say this much, I paid all my insurance payments up to date and made my will, just in case, you know. But just think” Doctor Bronson encouraged me, if this in¬ vention works, you will go down in history, as a great heroine for your contribution to science]” ” Oh, I’m not worrying about that, ” I assured him. I was only worrying about the possibility, .if it doesn’t work. I’d cer¬ tainly rather be a live heroine than a dead one anyday. But fi¬ nally after his constant persuasion, I consented. Mttfltefring up whatever courage was in me (which wasn ' t much, I assure you all)I forced myself in the frame-like machine. Then it happened] With a violent buzzing in my ears, worse than any bee-hive and with ev¬ ery possible and thinkable sound effect closing in on me, I was on my way, and not to the March of Time” mind you.

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and Albert Sayles as co-chairmen. Debating played a prominent role during this year also The Class of ’44 was again represented by such able orators as - Miss Catherine Clement, Miss Jeannette Smith, Richard Gallagher and Joseph McKiernan, These debaters have made an enviable record, which will long be admired by those who witnessed their perform¬ ance . Another of the leading events of the year was the demonstra¬ tion of speaking ability in the Senior Oratorical Contest, This event was open to the public and proved to be an entertaining event. Those participating in the finals were: Misses Helen Charge, Catherine Clement, Claire Dion, Mary Kennedy, Helen Kit- tredge, Marguerite Miller, Margaret Rossetti, and Jeannette Smith, Mary Sullivan, also, Richard Gallagher, Francis McNamara, and Francis Nugent. The St. Mary’s Merry Minstrels sponsored a vsry enjoyable show, the chorus of which was well supported by the Class of ' 44, Those who contributed specialties were Francis McNamara, Robert Donovan, and Richard Gallagher. One of the most successful candy sales ever held in the school was sponsored by the Commercial division of the Class of ’44. The Senior girls were bedecked in gay little aprons and hats for the occasion,and the proceeds from the sale proved them to be expert saleswomen. The Commercial division also deserves endless credit for their untiring work in issuing the Servicemen’s Bulletin, Letters from servicemen, in every corner of the world have poured in ex¬ pressing the deep and sincere appreciation of their efforts. Since that memorable day in September 1940,when the Class of 44 passed through the portals of St. Mary’s, Joy and happiness have been theirs. For that joy and happiness, they are grateful Only one shadow has dimmed their happiness. That shadow was war. Many of their dear friends were taken from their midst and cast into a great and terrifying conflict. But though their classmates, scattered throughout the world, cannot be here today with them, their memory lingers on and the prayer of the Class of’44 will be that God may protect them always, and if it be His Holy Will send them safely home once again to their loved ones. So this is our history.........the history of an illustrious class, whose heart will ever throb in close harmony with that of their dear Alma Mater Helen Kittredge 44.

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Opening one eye and then the other, I saw where I was. In the midst of a thriving metropolis l ,f Metropolis I said aloud. It looks more like something just out of Zaneytown. Wierd modernistic buildings., and styles so changed that I felt like something out of the old family album; helicopters whizzing over my head so fast that I had to hold on to whatever hat I had left. Heaven help the toupee wearers , I mused. So this is I960] Times have certainly changed,, But what was I standing there for when I should be using every available minute looking for news about my classmates. My intuition took me to a nearby newstand.. Well, at least they still have newspa¬ pers, I muttered to myself. There ought to be something about someone of.my classmates, Weil, what do you know 1 “Robert How¬ land elected Mayor of New York. 1 Oh, but then I knew he would be successful. H’m here’s something else. ’Captain Robert Donavon was honored at a large dinner as record-breaker of Trans-Atlantic flight 1 . And here ’s a photo. Gosh, but it ' looks familiar. Of course, why there’s Richard Gallagher, doctor, mind you and ' Joan McCormick, Louise Arsenault, Jeanne DesBarres, Helen Kittredge, and Mary Connors, all nurses, I knew I was never one to forget faces. Failing to find anything else about my other classmates I put down my newspaper. Giving in to the call of hunger,I Centered the first restaurant I. came upon and finding a secluded table I sat down hastily, aware of people staring at me, as If I were one of a vegetarian descent. I: ordered the traditional and old reli¬ able corned-beef and cabbage dinner. Yes, I am Ir ish, as you may have guessed. Hungry as I was, you can imagine my surprise, when a little plate no larger than a saucer was placed before me, with two little pills on it; one representing the corned beef which was a reddish color; the other, a bright green, for the cabbage. Another new scientific discovery, no less, thought I. No wonder I marvelled at the quick service. Still trying to make out how two tiny pills could satisfy my hunger pangsj I overheard two familiar voices coming from the next booth. - Oh, it ..couldn 4 .t be possible I said aloud, but yet - Again my curiosity got the best of me. I know it was rude but I peeked over the top of the booth and guess whatj There in the booth were Catherine Bliss and Louise Gaffney, old classmates of mine. After an unusual re¬ union, and some.intricate explaining on my part, for my sudden ap¬ pearance, I learned that they were the owners of the very restaur¬ ant we were in. Soon after I showered them with a rush of ques¬ tions about my classmates. Do you remember Doris. Malley, Theresa Carey and Dora Por- zio? Catherine asked. Of course I answered. Well they’re successful dieticians in our restaurant now ” she continued. Really ? I asked, marvelling at their success. Yes, and good ones, too. Have you had time to take in a show, yet? Louise chimed in. „ No I answered, but I want to before the day is out. Well she went on, you should see ’The Road to Milford’