Stoneham High School - Wildlife Yearbook (Stoneham, MA)

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GRADUATION NUMBER positions they held until the close of the campaign. Major James Montague was in charge of morale. He and his aides successfully ran the Junior Prom. In December General Richardson gave up his command and General Lawrence OLoughlin was appointed to succeed him. Many soldiers of the 1929 division took part in the annual operetta, “Pe- pita.’ Cynthia Bagdikian had the title role and as a result was kept busy all the rest of the year. Zoa Newhall, Wil- lard Decker, and Carl Hibbard also had principal parts. The regiment quartered in room 9 again won a certificate of honor for pay- ment of A. A. dues. During the year Dorothy Wessell, Joseph Lundregan, and Lawrence O’Loughlin were promoted to the rank of captain for athletic service. So, with good-bye to the 192S division, ended the second year of campaigning. The last year of the 1929 campaigners began wdth a flourish. General Robert Oppen headed the division with James Montague as his aide. The only other change in the staff was that Major Doro- thy Dodge was in charge of morale. Three of our division officers were made officers of the Athletic Associa- tion, Willard Decker, Dorothy Dodge, and Victor Ferguson. The 1929 divi- sion shone in the annual operetta. Of the fifteen principal parts, ten w ' ere held by division members, Cynthia Bagdikian again taking the title role. The big event of the season came with the Winter Carnival. All hostility ceas- ed while the Stoneham High army pro- ceeded to “make whooppce” as our Au- thentic’s Jester termed it. The divi- sion was proud to have one of its mem- bers, Dorothy Dodge, crowned queen of the Carnival, and many soldiers helped to win events for the old army. We must give credit to our commis- sary department — our doughnut bri- gade, headed by Colonel Marshall of the General Staff, ably assisted by Majors Fraser and O’Connor and some members of the 1929 division. In March many of the soldiers were grieved to hear of the sudden death of a former instructor in the training school, Victor M. Hetherstone. Mr. Hetherstone was always our friend and his memory lingers in many of our hearts. As spring came on, the last minute fighting became fast and furious. As victory became more certain, however. much action ceased. On May third a selected troui) of entertainers success- fully presented the play, “Ain’t It the Truth?” for the benefit of the division. A general cessation of hostilities oc- I curred on May 21, -when the all-impor- tant banquet took place with Hugh Hamill as the successful toastmaster. And so with the usual events of the closing daj’s, the first campaign of the j Class of 1929 came to an end. i But I must not complete this history without telling you more of the Depart- ment of War. Mr. Frederick W. Porter has been Secretary of War during this campaign, and he has certainly done his part to help us in every way possible. Now he is leaving with us for a new field of action, and we wdsh him success wholeheartedly. Our Commander-in-Chief, Howard W. Watson, has been, since he came at the beginning of the campaign, constantly on the lookout for our velfare. To him is due much credit for whatever success we may have had. We predict even greater success for him in his military movements now that he has a son on whom to practise. Among the members of Commander “Watson’s General Staff, two stand out clearly in our memory. One of these is also leaving to a greater campaign. We are very proud to have as a mem- ber of our ranks. Miss Vera Moore who, as our toastmaster remarked at the ban- quet, “Wilson be Moore no more.” The other, Mr. Earl T. Thibodeau, one of the best friends and teachers our army ever had, remains, “tenting on the old camp ground. We have not the heart to wish that he might go with us, for future campaigners will need his able guidance. And now, successful campaigners, we are leaving. We are no longer green troops but veteran soldiers. From the heights we have attained we are able to look ahead to new objectives. We are going on to the bigger battles, the bigger campaigns of this war of life. And if in them we acquit ourselves nobly — God grant that we shall — it will be because of the aid and experi- ence we have gained in our homes, our training camps, and our high school campaign. Thus I close the history of the first campaign of the Class of 1929 with gratitude for your help, and a hope for your continued friendship in the fu- ture.

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THE STONEHAM HIGH SCHOOL AUTHENTIC I been utilized for this purpose. The dishonest and misleading to the public, many advertising men in the country This is true to some extent. It is im- are continually thinking up new possible because of lack of time for the ‘catchy” ideas for selling their goods ■ daily papers to carefully censor the ad- to the public. i vertising copy. There are, too, unscrup- It would take too long to go into de- ulous people who do not hesitate to put tail concerning the different advertis- any statement, however true or untrue, ing media, but I will cite one case, that ' before the public. But the national pe- of magazines. One of the leading na- riodicals can be relied on. The copy tional publications took in a revenue of for their publications is carefully cen- about forty-eight and one-half million , sored, and in some instances has been dollars from its advertising for the last rejected because one word did not suit, year. Over one hundred and seventy- Advertising is necessary for the con- five millions was the revenue of the tinuance of the large nationally known sixty-four leading national periodicals, business concerns in order to enable Much has been said about the exag- them, through the economy of mass pro- geration and extravagant statements in duction, to give the public goods at low- today’s advertisement. “How,” some er prices. Advertising has been reduced ask, “is the public to know what to be- to a science, and there seems to be no lieve when each advertiser insists his end to its chances of development, own is the best?” Furthermore they Time alone can determine to what say that much of this new advertising is heights it shall rise. Class isttu y Elizabeth Do you remember when you took his- tory that no matter what period, people, or nation you studied there was always a war? From the earliest day and na- tion to our own, struggle and conflict have been omnipresent. No people has ever existed without some semblance of war. And so it is in the history of the Class of 1929. In the war of life we have just completed our high school campaign. For most of us our military knowledge prior to this campaign was gained in the Stoneham training schools. In the new quarters erected in 1924 we spent two years under the careful training of our painstaking instructors, and thence we entered upon our first campaign — high school. Formerlj’’ this has extended over four years, but we are proud to have completed it in three. During the first year our division com- mander was Donald Whitehead; his chief aide, Bernice Wright. Colonels Victor Ferguson and James Montague were in charge of records and finance respectively. Major Eobert Sheehan, who was later transferred to the ranks of 1930, was in charge of morale. It was his duty to keep the soldiers light-heart- ed by social activities. Be it to his credit that one of the socials had the G. Durkee record crowd of the season. He was i greatly aided in keeping up the morale of the ranks by the many clever sayings of Colonels Skerrye and Eaton, members of Commander-in-Chief Watson’s Gen- eral Staff. The classical regiment, quartered in room 8, received a certificate of honor for 100% payment of A. A. dues for the year. At the close of the year, Zoa Newhall, Willard Decker, and Austin Patch received medals of honor for service on the athletic field. Zoa New- hall was also promoted to a captaincy for services on the basketball team. Clayton Wentworth, a member of our division, went south for further mili- tary training, returning the next year. Sad to state, beneficial effects are not in evidence. Toward the end of the year. Com- mander Whitehead left for new fields. In June good-byes were said to the de- parting 1927 divisions — you remember I there were two — and the first year of the campaign was over. In September 1927, the second offen- sive began. The new division com- mander was Eobert Eichardson; his as- sistant was Dorothy Wessell. Colonels Arline Parks and Edna Bergholtz were in charge of records and finance, which [81

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THE STONEHAM HIGH SCHOOL AUTHENTIC Ollass 1‘oplfecy In this year of 1950 many strange things occur and remarkable sights are seen. A recent personal experience of mine should prove of greatest interest to you and I submit the following ac- count without further apologies. The other night I lay on my radio heated bed and read from a book of poems a little before going to sleep. This book is one of the few collections that I ever read with real enjoyment. Suddenly I came upon a poem “Ode To a Daffodil.” I turned back to look at the author’s name. Sure enough there was the name, Victor Ferguson, author of “Spring and Other Famous Poems.” I lay there while my thoughts ran back to my school days and my old friends. My eyes grew heavy, and with these thoughts running through my mind I drifted off to sleep. How long I slumbered I do not know, but I awoke with the feeling that some- one was watching me. All was dark — the wind made a moaning noise, and an old bough creaked a weird accompani- ment outside my window. My curtains swished, and my windows rattled ever so ominously. Then I noticed my door open slowly and a bony hand was on the knob. My blood ran cold in my veins. Was I to be brutally murdered in my bed? Next an arm draped in white appeared, and then a ghostly form glided into the room. Halfway across the floor it stopped, and its hollow voice said, “Kise!” This word found me powerless to move, but my body seemed to answer its command without my consent. My senses were dormant as I glided towards my ghostly visitor and together we walked, or rather float- ed, down the dark corridor and out into the gloomy night. When we were out in the moonlight I recognized my ghostly companion. It was the spirit of the long dead 1929. I was no longer fright- ened. We started off on the most amazing trip I ever took and while on that trip with a spirit for my companion I saw many strange sights. We drifted along and suddenly I found myself in a theatre. There on the scr.een I heard and saw Lawrence OTLoughlin ardently proposing to “Dot” Dodge. They are now the famous screen lovers. Just then I noticed a trim usher with the form of an Adonis. Who do you suppose it was but Ernest Blanchard in danger of becoming hump backed from all his shiny brass. I should have spoken to him, but a re- straining talon was laid on my arm. Just as we arose to leave I noticed the programme said “Pat and Paddy.” Pat Pardue and Paddy Wentworth were now great vaudeville artists. Continuing our journey, I noticed a noble looking officer of the law who looked familiar. As we came closer, I recognized Dinny McKinnon who was following in his father’s footsteps. For Avhat seemed but a moment I lapsed into unconsciousness, and upon recovery I found my friend still by my side. We went in a strange city listen- ing to the strains of a popular opera. We entered a large auditorium and there upon the stage was Jimmie Govat- sos playing his violin as he had many times in the Assembly Hall of Stoneham High School. Next we heard the Silver Voiced Tenor sing a solo. This was none other than our old friend, Emory Clark, who was accompa nied on an ac- cordian by Melvin MacMillan. Leaving the city behind, we passed over the suburban section until we j came upon a strictly rural scene. Be- fore a neat bungalow were Joan and Lionel teaching a chip of the old block to walk. We left this scene and the next thing . I noticed was an aviation field. There was Olga Cunio standing before a large I passenger plane with her flying suit on. I A newspaper reporter was taking her I picture as she had recently returned from a distant flight. ! Over at the other end of the field I I saw Earle Kelley with a grease spot un- ' der one eye. He was trying to adjust the carburetor on his dilapidated plane. We again continued and as we passed a fashionable country club I saw a beautiful limousine near the drive. Near this stood Marjorie Houghton who is now a society matron, happily mar- ried. As we went on our way I noticed a larga barber shop and there I recog- ' nized Albert Anderson performing with a razor on a man whom I recognized as ■John Pitkerwich, now a rising plumber who seldom brings the right tools.