Stoneham High School - Wildlife Yearbook (Stoneham, MA)

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GRADUATION NUMBER torized hy Bob Johnson. Johnnie cer- tainly does his part in true out-of-town fashion. Miss Jane E. Clark takes the part of Gertrude. Jane takes her pois- on Avithout a murmur. Polonius is pic- tured by Sid Ervin, and when Sid falls behind that curtain — O! Hamlet. Laer- tes, the boy with the avengeful spirit, is played by Bill Lister. I find the roles of Eosencrantz and Guildenstern aptly taken by Carl Junkins and An- dreAV May. The audience heaves a pro- found sigh in the last act when Carl and Andy cheerfully give up their heads. The orchestra leader is Dora Sheridan. Dora grows impatient for the curtain it seems. She comes early to every per- formance — she likes to ride in the ele- vator. At last the curtain rises. Chuck Grafton, the stage manager, sees to that. The curtain always rises wheth- er anything else happens or not. The audience seems lost in admira- tion. Even your friend, Mr. Alden, would firmly agree that “Tub” Clark outdoes Barrymore. While the audience is ap- plauding the beautiful fall of Sid Er- vin as Polonius, I will look into the audience for you. I see first a group wliich occupies a white box. There is a banner over the box which bears the words, “Standisii Overdramatic Com- pany.” Lem Standish is the leader of this outfit. He is surrounded by Clare Walker, Kalph Cameron, “Churchie” Newman, Paul Messier, Alonzo Card, and I’auline Devlin, all admirers of Mr. Standish’s dram.atic influence and abili- ty. The whole group seems gripped by the play. Their eyes are riveted on the actors. Truly they are tomorroAv’s dramatists. In the box next to them there is a well dressed man and Avoman avIio are apparently man and wife. I see his name now, Mr. Art Theroux. Art has met AA’ith great success as the silver- throated tenor. The woman Avith him is also the possessor of a charming per- sonality. Her name is coming sloAvly. All, I have it! This Avoman was once Mary Hanley of High Street. Just noAV a third man thrusts his head into the Theroux box. His hair is a glorifying rod. His stately personage is covered Avith lirass buttons. In a very dignified manner, Gordon Marston tells Mr. The- roux that his presence is requested in the lobby. Mary looks alarmed but Art taps lior shoulder reassuringly and gets up to leave. ‘ ' Red” springs aside to let Art pass. (“Eed” always did like to spring (St.). Pll follow them to the lobby. On arriving there, I am greeted by the strange sight of ten orderly police- men in rank before the box office. I see George Dushane, Carlton Davis, Ed Wood, Elmer Rice, “Froggie” D’Entre- mont, and Edgar Martin among them. Even after this lapse of time “Froggie” still has the same Cheshire cat grin. These officers are efficiently ordered about by Len Anderson. An admiring group of ushers are Avatching the scene. Eddie Grunberg and Hac Ringland are convulsed Avith mirth as usual. This irritates Len to a high degree and his face takes on a more furious expression. He is asking Art to identify some stranger. The manager of the theatre, Dick Davis, comes to his rescue and helps Art out of a trying situation. See- ing evudent defeat, Len issues a sharp order and his little squad moves off. Very much relieved, Art rejoins the Mrs. (At this point the lady Avith the glass- es asked for some Avater.) “I see a bright new village now. The first and largest building is the toAvn hall. It is inscribed with gilt letters Willardsburg. The selectmen are at the moment assembled for a conference. “Nemo” Downes is the main spring of Willardsburg. I believe his full name Avas Norman Willard Downes? Well, you see the town carries his name. The other two selectmen are Roger Black- burn and Ralph Jenkins. These three men are noAV debating the matter of an inter-A’illage bus line. Roger argues that the next village is in no condition to support a bus line. “Nemo” replies that as a neighboring village they should bear their neighbor’s infirmities. Ralph agrees Avith both Roger and “Ne- mo.” Oh, yes! Willardsburg is well governed. On leaving the town hall I see prosperous stores and shops. Gor- don Pettengill runs the meat market. He has just hired Ken Pierce as deliv- erj’’ boy. “Pet” sure can sling a meat chopper and “Ken” knows it. Inciden- tally, Ken and “Pet” still drive a smart, brown car ! Dot Downes and Evelyn Clark are in partnership. They run a pin and needle shop and their beaux still come in pairs. The next shop is run by little Mina Gray. She is still petite ! She’s been queen of many car- nivals — but Johnnie Driscoll says she is his queen for life! After leaving Mina’s shop I see the village outskirts. A cozy little cottage holds the point of [ 11 ]

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THE STONEHAM HIGH SCHOOL AUTHENTIC Class ropljecg Lawrence Buck Homeward bound again! Only one who has traversed the lands of China and India can appreciate my feelings. Eight years — yes, eight long years with only an intermittent letter from my folks. And these letters contained very little news outside the family circle. Homeward bound — to the hand-clasps of ‘‘Nemo,” Freddie, Eddie, Bob, John- nie, and all my old pals of 1930. Business had necessitated my report- ing to the London office of the Orien- tal Importing Company, whose affairs I had been managing in China ancf In- dia. This was my last day in London, then Southampton and home. A good dinner at the Trocadero would be a fit closing for my London visit. As I entered the foyer, the band was playing and people were streaming in. The head waiter showed me to a rather in- conspicuous corner. After ordering my dinner I glanced around to see who might be there. At a table next to me were two ladies apparently alone — one rather young, and the other about thirty. It was the older one who claimed my attention. She was small, dark, almost unattractive. I noticed that she wore glasses that were so strong that her eyes seemed uncannily large. As I gazed — yes, I almost gaped at her — she beckoned for me to come to her table. “She doesn’t interest me so why should I bother,” I thought. Yet her personality and apparent un- derstanding made me go. No sooner had I seated myself when she said, “Give me something that you are wearing.” I was astonished and a little amused. This was an odd request. “What do you want and why?” “I can tell you all about your friends.” she said, “and you seem most anxious to know about them. Let me have your ring.” “What’s all this?” I asked, “magic stuff or something like that? What do you take me for?” “Let me show you,” she said, and held out her hand. So I gave her a ring — a heavy signet, and wondered what she would do with it. She let it lie in her hand for a moment and then overcome by the strain of deep conceniration, placed it between her eyes. “Water,” she exclaimed. “A ship plow- ing on full steam ahead is going to take you home.” “Quite true,” I said, and wondered a little on her strange power. “For many months you have been lonely and you have wondered much about your old classmates of Stoneham High School. Now you shall know.” I knew nothing of clairvoyance and had made it a point to avoid unnatural things all my life. Hence, I was some- what surprised and startled as she con- tinued : “I see at once a strong-willed and of- ficious person, one who was used to run- ning things. I believe his watchword was ‘Let little Charley do it.’ It’s your pal, Freddie Corcoran. He is now run- ning a second hand book store in South Boston. His shop is one of quaint charm and interest. Mary Ferguson is his chief assistant. Mary’s charm and great domestic ability have helped the sale of books tremendously. Just at this time Mary is absorbed in a new book, “A Bill For Every Mary.” Dur- ing the last week, however, Freddie has been pushing forward a book entitled “The World Without Men” by Doris Hunt. Miss Hunt has cited herself with many others as splendid examples of spinsterhood. Her book has been en- dorsed by several prominent women of the time. Among them is Phyllis Pot- ter, ingenious interior decorator and ar- tist. (I always thought Phil to be quite apt in domestic problems.) Lulu Wil- kins, Elizabeth Whitcher, and Mildred Thayer strongly agree with Doris Vir- 1 ginia. These last three ladies are run- ning for clectiin to city offices next fail. “The janitor of the quaint shop is none other than Bob Doherty. Bob is industrious but nothing pleases him more than to settle down in a quiet cor- ner with a funny sheet. “The scene is changing now, my friend,” said my informer. “I see now a large theatre. The Consolidated Stonehamite Stock Company is playing an opening performance of “Hamlet.” Arthur Clark is filling the title role. Ophelia is played by Anna (Squeak) Pickens. It has been said that Miss Pickens does the floating scene very at- tractively. The brutish king is charac- [ 10 ]

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THE STONEHAM HIGH SCHOOL AUTHENTIC vantage on a beautiful hill. On draw- ing near, I see a domestic scene well worth painting. The sweet woman is the former Mary Hynes. A curly-head- ed chap sits in her lap and two more hang over the back of her chair. I see a young man in the doorway — Gene Brackley is the way I see the name. There is a well-worn path around the i house. It’s easy to see that Gene still keeps in training! Again I see open fields. This time it seems to be cultivated. I see a young farmer carefully hoeing dandelions. As he looks up, I can see Eddie Bugbee. He’s now cultivating dandelions for market in the city, to be used chiefly in the manufacture of complexion creme. Eddie is making money — dandelion over dandelion I Mrs. Eddie or Kay Hamill is happy as a lark. It was Kay who pulled Eddie through when the dande- lions were stringy. “The scene is again assuming differ- ent colors,” said my magician. “This time I see a large crowd on Boston Com- mon. Everyone’s attention is on a ro- bust woman who is wildly gesticulating and talking in a loud voice. The wom- an is Dorothy Tidd. She is speaking on ‘More Liberty For Women Divers’. Ev- ery five minutes Ethel Hume and Myr- tle Morrison rush to Miss Tidd with a glass of water. (I always thought Ethel was a fine diver — I wonder w’hy she needs liberty.) Joe Driscoll and Midge Markham are in the first row of seats. Both are munching apples and peanuts, enjoying themselves immensely. Arthur Knopp, Jim Donegan, and Sumner Thompson comprise a group of wise- crackers in the crowd — but Miss Tidd has wonderful courage ! Evidently Le- roy Card and Bernie Comer agree with Dot on more rights for women — they eye Knoppie, Jimmie, and Sumner with deep disgust. Up across the common I see the new Touraine Hotel. Two men are industriously washing windows on the top floor. They are your old classmates, Fran Scanlon and A1 Sher- man, the two most fearless steeple jacks this side of Walpole! At the junction of Boylston and Tremont streets, A1 (Stucco) Rotundi is directing traffic. A1 raises a white-gloved hand to stop a beautiful Packard touring car. Edna Daw is driving with A1 Meek taking up the rest of the front seat. Thelma Crandall and Emily Ritchie do the back seat driving with Bill French. Fran Yancey is now running a cigar store on Tremont Street. Some of Fran’s sto- gies would make your hair stand on end. Fran drew comic strips as a side line. Lester Young is clerk in Fran’s estab- lisliment. He was sick for the first day or two but he has grown used to each and every brand now! John Morrison is a floor walker in Raymond’s. He has held the position for the past five years. The management is well pleased with Johnnie’s ability to help (smart) young people in distress. “Again the vision travels,” said my in- formant. “This time I see the sunny beach at Miami, Florida. The Holts- berg sisters, A1 and Lil, teach swimming school at the fashionable resort. Their clients come in droves. Lil al- ways starts them off with the dog pad- dle. A1 takes care of the high diving. The Warren sisters. Hazel and Eliza- beth, have started another school a mile or so down the beach. Since the season opened Cal Thornburg and Art Tole have been advertising the Warren school as a safer all-around investment! Lil and A1 remain undisturbed, how- ever. They firmly believe that compe- tition is the life of business. The one hot-dog establishment at Miami is run bj ' Fred Brouillard and Loretta McDon- ough. They are practically swamped in business. Lettie spreads picallily and mustard by the gallon. George Ma- honey, star of the Boston Bruins, af- firms that the Brouilard-McDonough hot-dogs are the best on the market. Herb Brock and Bob Brown are life guards at Miami. Bob always was a brawny boy! Marjorie Pickhardt and Ruth Sutherland are long distance swimmers. Marj is extremely careful not to venture too far out. Herbie Brock rescued her once! Marj has de- cided to stay rescued. Bertha Wessell and Eloise Frost are traveling with the Southern Star Stock Company. Miss Wessell has also developed her voice. Ruth Newcomb is happily married and has lived for the past two years in Tex- as. I can see that she made the journey in a 1930 Ford coupe. Ed Perkins is a cow puncher on a Texas ranch. Ed cer- tainly can throw the rope. While we are in Texas, my vision shows me a lonely ranch just outside the city limits of Dallas. Mr. Earle Thom- as Thibodeau, valued friend of the Class of 1930, is the owner of this ranch. He cultivates onions from morning till night. It seems to me that he is ex- tremely happy. A strange happiness [ 12 ]