Stoneham High School - Wildlife Yearbook (Stoneham, MA)

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THE STONEHAM HIGH SCHOOL AUTHENTIC Class Girl About Town, Jean Vorbeau. Class Grandma, Phyllis Watts. Class Grandpa, Kobert Craigio. Class Gossips, Eoom 12, from 8 to 8.30 A. M. Class Hotheads, Ginger Joyce, Ked Brooks. Class Handy Woman, Ginny Tolman. Class Hopeful, Millie Dempsey. Class Heavy Weights, Text Books. Class Hopeless, Ben Eoach. Class Innocence, Priscilla Marsh. Class Infant, George Lirakis. Class Janitor, Harold Macintire. Class Handy Kid, Allan Barton. Class Ladies Man, Brock Farnsworth, Class Leader, Miner Taylor. Class Loudspeaker, Helen Brown. Class Midgets, Bob Parks, Bill Brown. Class Man Hater, Anna Fulton. Class Most Faithful, Dot Corcoran. Class Musician, Bill Brown. Class Minor, Muriel Berry. Class Megaphone, Bill Eldridge. Class Mama’s Boy, Bill Jones. Class Mezzo Soprano, Francis McGah. Class Nymph, Eosa Todd. Class Nighthawk, Will Avery. Class Optimist, Jean Quincy. Class Old Man, A1 Young. Class Pest, Phil Moody. Class Poet, Sid Allen. Class Pianist, Julia Callahan. Class Pugilist, Billie McDonough. Class Pretzel, Milo Temple. Class Eeporter, Carl Connor. Class Eascal, Jean Quincy. Class Eepresentative, Jim Clark. Class School Girl, Skippy Clark. Class Sunday School Teacher, Euth Chapman. Class Siamese Twins, Bickums and McKinnons. Class Star Students, Gert French and Louis Parks. Class Sticker, Christine Perry. Class Sophomore’s Hero, Louis Parks. Class Sophisticate, Euth Motyer. Class Shiek, Elmer Lovering. Class Strong Man, Eddie Donegan. Class Vocalists, Dot Tole and Alma Patch. Class Villain, Carl Connor. Class Wonder, Louis Parks. Class Woman Hater, Bob Thompson. Class Milkman, Bob Kelly. Class Favorite Gum, Oh Boy Bubble. Class Favorite Flower, Pansy. Class Favorite Ousdoor Sport, Foot- ball. Class Favorite Indoor Sport, Pacing up and down the corridors. Class Favorite Study, Opposite Sex. Class Favorite Complexion, Brunette. Class Favorite Playthings, Sopho- mores. Class Favorite Book, Telephone Book. Class Favorite Advisor, ? Class Meeting Place, Outside Mr. Thi- bodeau’s door. Class Chaperone, Art Eeynolds. Class Judge, Mr. Watson. Class Worries, Large Number of A’s. Class Jury, School Committee. Class Schol Girl, Gertrude Johnson. Class Motto, This Far and Farther. Class Colors, Crimson and Silver. OUTSIDE THE GATE. A shaggy Airdale scented his way along the Highroad. He had not been there before, but was guided by his brethren who had preceded him. He had started unwillingly upon this jour- ney. Yet he had accepted it without a complaint. The path had been lonely, but companionship was promised at the end. A little wave of homesickness pos- sessed him. It made his mind easier when he saw a great gate as high as the heavens. He broke into a run. His thoughts out- ran him and he remembered the family he had left behind. The scent of dogs who had arrived before him grew very strong. They were in a hugh circle by the side of the entrance. Big, little, curly, thoroughbred dogs, dogs of every age, were there and all were apparently waiting for something — someone. He had remembered a sign that said, “No dogs allowed.” He feared that this j was why they were sitting outside the I gate. As he bounded up the last hill, I he could see beyond the entrance a great j mass of people. Yet, no dogs crossed ! beyond the gate. He now advanced cautiously to ex- amine the gate. He did not wish to make himself ridiculous by trying to I bolt through this invisible mesh. What I had they done on Earth? Had they I stolen bones, runaway days, slept on the best beds until the key had clicked in the lock? These were sins. At his moment an English Bull Ter- rier approached him, sniffing the Air- dale’s collar. Then he fell to expressing 1 his joy at meeting him. IS

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GRADUATION NUxMBER Tolman, Virginia, “Jinny”; Age 18; Wt. 118 lbs.; Hgt. 5 ft. 2 in. Act: Chr. of Dec. Com. Senior Hop 3; Junior Prom 2; Authentic Staff; Usher Grad. Operetlla, Senior Pipy; Orchestra 2; Com. Club 3 ; Chr. Carnival Tag Com. 3 ; Carnival Com. 1, 2 ; Field Hockey 1, 2, 3; Girls’ Glee Club 1; Basketball 1, 2, 3; Track 1, 2, 3; Soc. Com. 1, 2; Girls’ Assembly 1, 3; Junior Roll Call Com. 2; (Mass. Women’s Hospital). Varney, Clarice, “Spud”; Age 18; Wt. 145 lbs. ; Hgt. 5 ft. 6 in. Act. : Basket- ball 2; Carnival Com. 2, 3; (Post Grad. Newton Hospital). Vinal, Dorothy, “Dot”; Age 19; Hgt. 5 ft. 5 in. Act: Com. Club 3; Carni- val Com. 3. Vorbeau, Jean Craigie; Age 18. Act: Glee Club 1; Basketball 1; Field Hock- ey 1; Usher at Operetta 3; (Simmons College). Watts, Phyllis, “Phil”; Age 18; Wt. 140 lbs.; Hgt. 5 ft. 2 in. Act: Basket- ball 1; Carnival Com. 1, 2; Operetta; Glee Club 1, 2, 3. Weiss, Philip; Age 17; Wt. 148 lbs.; Hgt. 5 ft. 6 in. Act: Class Basketball 1, 2; Varsity 3; Gym Team 1, 2, 3. Williams, Virginia, “Gini”; Age 18; Wt. Ill lbs.; Hgt. 5 ft. 2 in. Act: Basketball 3; Carnival Com. 1, 2, 3; Dec. Com.; Operetta; (Art School). Woods, John, “Jack”; Age 18. Act: Carnival Com. 3; Ice Hockey 1, 2, 3. Yeaton, June Idella, “Junie;” Age 17; Wt. 104 lbs.; Hgt. 5 ft. 4 in. Act: Or- chesrta 1, 2; Junior Prom Com. 2; Car- nival Com. 1, 2, 3 ; Athletic Night ; Sen. Play Com. 3; Com. Club 3; Operetta 3; Usher, Graduation 2; Senior Play 3; Senior Hop Com. 3; Honor Group 3; Girls’ Assembly 3. Young, Alfred, “Al;” Age 17; Wt. 168 lbs.; Hgt. 5 ft. 11 in. Act: Football 2, 3; Baseball 1, 2, 3; Basketball 1, 2, 3; Carnival Com. 3. OJlass Statistics The time has come when we must bring to the eyes of the public the sta- tistics of the Class of ’32. These statis- tics are meant only in good fun, and we request that no one take them to heart, but if your name is mentioned in this list take it standing up. Remember, “You can fool some of the people some of the time.” Well here goes: Class average weight, 121 lbs. Class average height, 5 ft. 3 in. Class total weight, 12,225 lbs. Class total height, 369 ft. 6 in. Class average age, 17 years. Class total age, 1516 years. Most popular girl, Pauline Miller. Most popular boy, Tom Finnegan. Best looking girl, Pauline Miller. Best looking boy. Bill Brown. Most athletic girl, Jane Tilden. Most athletic boy, Will Avery. Class Apollo, Jackie Woods. Class Actor, Austin Cheswell. Class Auntie, Eleanor Russell. Class Artist’s Model, Millie Dempsey. Class Audible Solomon, Earl Thibo- deau. Class Alibyists, English-C-I. Class Artists, Mel Flynn, Jane Tilden. Class Art Shires, Charlie Frost. Class Babyface, Allan Barton. Class Bashfuls, Antony Mele, Marion Gilson. Class Book Fiend, Ken Hanson. Class Bachelor, Bill Chase. Class Best Natured Girl, Anna Apa- lakis. Class Best Natured Boy, Clip Taylor. Class Biologist, Mary Bickum. Class Best Boy Dancer, Will Avery. Class Best Girl Dancer, Anna Apalakis. Class Beatrice Fairfax, June Yeaton. Class Bull’s Eye, Dick Hodgman. Class Carnival Queen, Gertrude French. Class Co-ed, Dot Corcoran. Class Comedian, Nora Bagdikian. Class Clip-er, Ruth Anderson. Class Contortionist, Dick Hunt. Class Clown, Bob Thompson. • Class Cave Man, Roily Hotin. Class Chauffeur, Jim Clark. Class Cradle Snatcher, Warren Downes. Class Dance Hall Habitues, Marie Thibodeau, Anna O’Brien. Class Demureness, Margaret McLaugh- lin. Class Dog Catcher, Harold Hurd. Class Egotist, Louis Parks. Class Enthusiast, Cat Jackson. Class Flirt, Babe Newhall. Class Giant, Rosa Todd. 17

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GRADUATION NUMBER The Airdale did not know what to make of all this. “I know you! I know you!” exclaimed the Bull Terrier. “What is your name?” “Tam O’Sammy, they call me Sammy,” was the answer. “I know them,” said the terrier. “Nice folks, best there are.” He stop- ped scratching a flea which was not thei-e. “Oome for a walk,!” was his friend’s invitation. “Aren’t we allowed here?” asked Sam, looking towards the gate. “Sure, you can go inside, if someone comes for you. I like it better outside.” “Any old dog can see it’s better be- yond the arch.” “Maybe, but you see we are waiting for our folks.” The Airdale gasped, “I felt that way when I was coming up the road.” “Don’t be discouraged.” comforted the terrier. “It’s interesting watching the arrivals. See, there’s something doing now.” A young child was coming up the road and was afraid. As the child stopped, a yellow hound came to his feet and said, “So long fellows, I must go; you see I’m all she has up here and she’s young.” “That’s the way we do it up here,” the terrier said proudly. “Yes, but what about the nobody dogs?” “Oh ! they go to the boys who have wished they had a dog, but whose fath- ers wouldn’t let them have one.” The Bull Terrier laughed. “You’re pretty near earth yet, aren’ t you?” Tam even admitted it. “We can’t see very well after dark so I sleep near the path.” For a little while they went on in si- lence, but as evening fell and the light from the Golden City faded, the Bull Terrier said, “You will introduce me to the boy if he comes this summer? There has been a lot of them this year.” “I shall be proud to do it,” answered the Airdale. And so, with muzzles sunk between their paws and with their eyes straining down the Pilgrim’s Road, they went out- side the gate. Clifford Hupper ’35. A FIRESIDE VIEW OF COUNTRY FOLK. I am the wide hearth of the old homestead fireplace. The feeling of Spring has seeped into my bricks and I am eagerly awaiting the Summer, when so many good, simple folk come and go through both doors of this old home of mine, the largest kitchen for miles around. The men usually sit right down on me and stretch their legs straight out in front of them. There’s only one man I think of off hand who requires a chair to sit in. I don’t blame him much, because for him to get down so low, with his bulk, would be quite a propo- sition. One day I wondered just how much bread he ate with his meals, so I counted. Besides plenty of sweet corn and potatoes, he tucked away seven large slices of white bread. This man is past middle age and his favorite oc- cupation, when he isn’t reading True Story magazines, is looking at Sears Roebuck catalogues. But I shouldn’t tell about the least pleasing first. By way of contrast the hired man, naturally one of my most frequent visitors, is very tall and ang- ular. His hair is white, although he is only thirty-two. Below his horn-rim- med glasses his swarthy face is flecked with white between Saturday night shaves. This man has been supporting himself since he was nine years old. He bought a motorcycle last summer and learned to ride it in the hay field. He and the man for whom he works kept track of how often they fell off on their numerous trips to the village. The man of the house is a young man who has just taken over the family homestead, after his careless elder broth- er had let its condition run down and its debts run up. He is a heavy man, tall and well built. He is kind to his animals and takes epecial pride in his five, red Herefords. Just before the fair last summer I had a visitor whom I shall never for- get. He was a stout man, this side of fifty, alive and enthusiastic. His most outstanding feature, however, was his roar of mirth. When I am in the deep- est gloom, if I hear a roll of thunder in the distance which seems to contain all the joy and happiness in the county, I involuntarily cheer up and find my- self hoping that this real man will come into the kitchen. I just wish you could hear him laugh. Another man who enjoys a good joke is the first handsome fat man I have ever seen. His black hair curls over his forehead, in spite of his use of vaseline on Sundays and fair days. His twinkling eyes betray him when he tries 19