Stoneham High School - Wildlife Yearbook (Stoneham, MA)

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JUNE 1934 THE S. H. S. AUTHENTIC 9 Finally the year came to a close, finding us still higher in our ascent. The trees and confusing darkness of the forests were far below us. We could see the horizon revealing a dim line in the dis- tance. But we looked above, saw the ever present heights still before us and said, “We must go on.’’ Vacation over, we started our trek again, assum- ing the responsibilities of Juniors. Miss Spinney, Mr. Reed, and Miss Johnson were the home-room guides. Our class officers were: Douglas Connor, Presi- dent; Edward Breagy, Vice President; Claire Wells, Secretary, and Robert Callahan Treasurer. Mar- garet Barton was elected chairman of the social committee. Our first social of the season was, we were glad to state, a great success. Soon the fall athletic season was in full swing. Several of the girls excelled in field hockey. These were: Jane Strobel, Helen Clark, Ethel Riley and Eleanor Brown. The football season proved the proficiency of many of our class members who found places on the varsity team. The traditional Junion Prom was the big social event of the year. Herbert Bennett was the chair- man of the affair and he had as assistants an en- thusiastic committee. Armory Hall was attractively decorated in green and silver, the class colors, and we were able to say the Prom was a success. At the dance a magazine was issued by us entitled the “Junior Roll Call.” This was the first separate issue ever published, as before it had been a feature of the “Authentic.” The editor-in-chief of this issue was Donald Blan- chard. He capably completed the publication which was a help to our depleted treasury. The graduation of our upper classmen advanced our position according to tradition to serve them as marshals and ushers. The marshals were Jane Strobel and Donald Blanchard, while the ushers were headed by Mildred Shay and Herbert Bennett. After this we had an opportunity to pause and look about us. It was surprising how far we had come. We were standing upon a broad plateau. The ground beneath our feet was firm. Our vision had broadened until the views were unexcelled. But above us were those jagged cliffs of the last hours of our ascent. The pinnacle, cool, untouched, and beautiful, was our goal. Even though we felt secure in the completion of our Junior year, v e realized this security was not for complacent resting but as a footing for our last and most arduous climb. Three months later we reentered the high school proudly bearing the title of Seniors, and having that exalted feeling which we soon lost when we found that to keep our places we must prove worthy of them. Mr. Thibodeau, Mrs. Coy, Mr. Davis, and Mr. Hoyt were the teachers whose home-rooms we en- tered. Our next step was to elect class officers for this most important of all years. Donald Blanchard be- came President, Robert Callahan, Vice President; Claire Wells, Secretary; Peter Savelo, Treasurer, and Jane Strobel, the chairman of the social com- mittee. As the Senior Class publishes the “Authentic” the editors had to be chosen. Jane Strobel became editor-in-chief and Bernard Scully and Herbert Crandall her assistants. The fall football season was at first dishearten- ing in its results but later on those who had shown such promise in Sophomore and Junior years helped ed bring our team’s season to a close with creditable records. The girls’ field hockey schedule results were also an honor to the school. Elections were next held for the Senior Hop Com- mittee. Douglas Connor was elected chairman and his efforts, coupled with those of an ambitious com- mittee, went to make it a social success. In close succession after the Hop came the suc- cessful Mock Trial and the A. A. Circus. The latter was in every sense worthy of the en- deavors of the entire student body. Never before had the gym so swelled its walls to receive the ca- pacity audiences which thronged there, both after- noon and evening. The graduating class of ’33 inaugurated the idea of editing a Year Book. We decided to carry on the enterprise and elected Robert Callahan editor-in- chief of the year book for the class of 1934. Mr. Andrew Flagg was chosen faculty advisor for this publication. Drama was the next field into which we delved and under the direction of Mr. MacNeil presented Everybody’s Crazy,” a comedy in three acts. Those who took part in this were: Paul Davis, Bernard Scully, Colin Roberts, Jane Strobel, Helen Lister, Natalie Fiumara, Mildred Shay, Edward McCarthy, Kenneth Prescott, Iris Kelman, Ashton Clark, Viola LaPierre, Ethel Riley, Carl Weiss and Robert Ar- nold. The play was, to quote the director, “The best put on in years by any Senior Class.” The closing event of the year was the Senior Ban- quet. This was held May 28, at the Andover Coun- try Club. Edward Breagy was the toastmaster and all who attended claimed to have enjoyed our last assemblage. Now all is over, we are just beginning to grasp the fact that we have attained the realization of our

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8 THE S. H. S. AUTHENTIC JUNE 1934 cies of governmental policy. The great undei ' lying ideals and motivating factors of this new age can be better felt than described. It is with a feeling of pride that we point to re- cent remedial policies and with a great feeling of anticipation that we are looking forward to the great future which lies before us. Let us carry on as nobly the great work of the betterment of our great country as have our fathers. Bernard M. Scully, Jr. TOAST TO THE GIRLS I’ve been asked to give a toast to the girls of the class: to the girls who lent us their homework and borrowed ours, getting A’s while we got D’s and E’s; to the girls who whispered the wrong answer behind our backs and got mad when we did the same; to the girls who made a dull evening duller; to the girls who enjoyed many dances on our feet; to the girls who will be sorry when we separate on June 15th. Here’s to your future health and happiness, may you have as many dates in the future as you had while in High School; may every hour be as full of joy as those spent in the company of the boys; may your boy friend bring you candy every time he comes and may he leave at a respectable hour in a respectable way; may you all succeed in your future profession, opera star, radio star, actress, waitress, bar maid, gigolette, wife, or whatever it may be; may you be as popular with your employers as you have been with your teachers; may you live to a ripe old age and may all your children be prize- fighters. Edward McCarthy. TOAST TO THE BOYS Here’s to the little, and the big and the robust boys of the Class of ’34, Who have spent in Stoneham High School happy- go-lucky days galore; Who have teased us, annoyed us, and pestered And even cheated when they’ve been tested. To tell you the truth — many a book, pay, and teach- er they’ve molested. Of course, in sports they’ve proven their ability — And — believe it or not — some of them even dance with agility, But like an old kerosene lamp, they’re not over- bright. And, frequently they even go out at night! Despite that boys, you’re a peppy gang and true So my toast is — may God speed success and all Good Luck to you! Eleanor Brown. CLASS HISTORY Claire Wells Lives of all great men remind us, We can make our lives sublime And departing leave behind us Foot prints on the sands of time.” What a true reflection for our consideration as we, the class of 1934, pause to reveal our High School history before we answer the call of the greater world. This cosmos has been a human problem for ages past but we, as the younger generation, have been gaining confidence through a steady climb up a rugged mountain whose pinnacle was this gradua- tion which we have just accomplished. We may call our Freshman year the base of this mountain. We started climbing through the dense thicket and beneath tall, dark trees under the appreciated guidance of the Freshman home-room teachers, Mrs. Barnes, Miss Eastman, and Miss Bullukian. The first executive group which actually served as student guides during the days of faltering steps were: Douglas Connor, President; Eleanor Brown, Vice President; Claire Wells, Secretary; and Robert Holden, Treasurer. Betty Boos was the chairman of the social com- mittee, who successfully initiated us into the man- ner of conducting social affairs. We were represented on the Authentic” staff by Claire Wells serving as class editor. At the conclusion of this year we felt a little more accustomed to high school life, with the woods at the base of the mountain less dense and the summit more evident. Possibly our meager beginning would provide a more definite elevation of thought at least. When in September we resumed our climb, we found many new heights to scale. The home-room teachers who aided us were, Miss Garland, Miss Fitzgerald, Miss jJohnson and Miss Bullukian. Election of class officers for this term placed the following in office: President, Donald Blanchard; Vice President, Jane Strobel; Secretary, Thelma Ol- sen; and Treasurer, Douglas Connor. The class ed- itor was Claire Wells and Kathleen Kelly was the chairman of the social committee. This Sophomore year was our first in varsity sports. Several of our boys acquired ability in foot- ball, hockey and baseball, giving fine promise for future years. The Winter Carnival was another event in which we could at least take an active participation. The Sophomores certainly did their utmost to promote this gay but profitable enterprise.

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10 THE S. H. S. AUTHENTIC JUNE 1934 dreams. The attainment of this height finds us able to see more clearly the world that is at our feet. There are roaring cities, deep forests, turbu- lent streams, green valleys below us. Above are the clouds, white and luminous, which represent the figures of our imagination. We are, then, ready to start the World’s Work. Eagerly we await our part in it and with the help of Divine Grace, we will make histories of our own. Claire Wells. LAST WILL OF S. H. S. AUTHENTIC Be it remembered that I, the Authentic of Stone- ham, in the county of Middlesex and Commonwealth of Massachusetts, being of sound mind and memory, but knowing the uncertainty of this life, do make this my last will and testament, hereby revoking all wills and codicils heretofore made by me. After the payment of my debts and funeral charg- es, I bequeath and devise as follows: To the Class of 1935 the privilege of carrying on my business for another year, on the condition that they surrender this right to the Class of 193G, the following year. Also to the Class of 1935, the Authentic box in the Library. Though not the source of much literary material, the gossip usually contained therein is sure to be of the spiciest calibre. In testimony thereof, I heretofore set my hand and declare this to be my last will this fifteenth day of June in the year one thousand nine hundred and thirty-four. The Authentic. The Authentic Staff desires, in this, our last issue, to thank all those who have helped so greatly to- wards making the Authentic a success. We wish to thank all those who contributed, all who spent such long hours typewriting, all the class editors, the faculty, Mr. Davis, who always gener- ously granted us the use of Room 15 for our meet- ings, and finally all those who supported us so well by buying our magazine. In receding to the background, we wish to thank Mr. Reed and Mr. Hoyt, our advisors, who have done their utmost to make the Authentic a success. We also wish to express our grateful thanks to Mr. Andrew S. Flagg, whose work has greatly improv- ed the appearance of the Authentic. Signed, The Authentic Staff of 1933-1934. THE PROPHECY OF THE CLASS OF 1934 Robert Callahan Dear friends and fellow-members of the Class of 1934: Must I confess that I come before you this even- ing not to present a sure thing but to perform an experiment? Must I confess that in spite of all my thought of the past few weeks, all my sleepless nights, and days of extreme concentration, I have been unable to put into definite and concrete form the pictures of the future which, as class prophet, I had hoped to give you tonight? Instead, I am obliged to rely upon the accuracy of a truly ingenious scientific instrument, the See- ahead-o-graph, to reveal the destinies of the mem- bers of the Class of 1934. We are deeply indebted to Colonel Stoopnagle and his partner, Bud, for it was the inventive genius of these two great scien- tists which made it possible for us to have the in- valuable assistance of the See-ahead-o-graph. Through the medium of this invention, amazing in its prognosticating powers, I assure you, I will at- tempt to present to you a vivid picture of the lives- to-be of the illustrious members of this, our most illustrious class. Before I pierce the veil of the future, however, may I impress upon you the solem- nity of the occasion and may I, in the words of Rob- ert Browning’s immortal Rabbi Ben Ezra, enjoin you to “Grow old along with me, The best is yet to be.” (Starts engine and peers into the See-ahead-o- graph.) It is the year 1960, and the first scene which the See-ahead-o-graph reveals is a large busi- ness center of a prosperous looking community. The vague outlines become more and more clear. I am now able to make out the large buildings and the signs overhead. The triangular arrangement of the business center appears familiar. Alas, can it be the Stoneham Square of the future? Why, yes, it must be. For there in the center of all the traffic, commanding autoists and pedestrians and guiding bewildered children through the maze of speeding autoists, is J. Herbert “Bigfeet” Blinn, commander-in-chief of Stoneham’s finest. Merely a military motion of his hand brings forth a squadron of six subordinate officers, who await the town car of the mayor. In the honor guard I can see Wins- ton Newman, Melvin Atherton and Donald Cutter, whose Scouting experience of their school days stands them in good stead now. Others in the group, if my vision may be trusted, are Hobart Howes, and Ralph Chapman. With loud screeching of brakes, the expensive sedan comes to an abrupt halt in the center of the Square, where Chief Blinn and his cohorts stand at attention. Business men leave