Stoneham High School - Wildlife Yearbook (Stoneham, MA)

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THE STONEHAM HIGH SCHOOL AUTHENTIC In the Long Run you and your friends will prize the portrait that looks like you — your truest self, free from stage effects and little conceits. It is in this “long run” Photography that PURDY success has been won. Portraiture by the camera that one cannot laugh at or cry over in later years. For present pleasure and future pride protect your photographic self by having PURDY make the portraits. 160 Tremont Street, Boston OFFICIAL PHOTOGRAPHER STONEHAM HIGH SCHOOL Class of 1935 Special Discount Rates to all Students of Stoneham High School

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22 THE STONEHAM HIGH SCHOOL AUTHENTIC infield hockey were Dorothy Oppen, Dorothy Cleve- land, Mary Ringland, and Virginia Fiumara. The cross country team was supported by Frank- lin Shay and Ralph Gould. The junior social was another success added to our record of social achievements. We decided to purchase class rings in our junior year so that we could avoid the expense during our graduating year. Dorothy Oppen headed the com- mittee and Dorothy Meehan and John Buckley were her assistants. We decided on a gold ring with a gold emblem on a blue enamel background to rep- resent our class colors, blue and gold. The biggest event of our junior year, the junior prom, was piloted to success by an excellent com- mittee headed by James McDonough. This was a successful climax to the social part of the year. John Mahoney and his committee turned out an excellent junior “Roll Call.” We, as junior, helped to carry to success “The Mock Trial,” A. A. night at the theatre, and the A. A. circus. The junior marshals were Maryalice Conley and John Buckley and the head junior ushers at the graduation of the class of 1934 were Dorothy Mee- han and Roland Buckley. This concluded the third lap of our voyage and we anchored for the last time to prepare for the final and most strenuous lap of our long quest for the treasure, education. After our rest of two months we returned ready for the task set before us, the task of conquering the many obstacles that occur in a long trip of this type. A stormy passage lay before us; a quiet sea, behind us. Our captain was John Buckley; the first mate, Frank Simons; the keeper of the log, Dorothy Mee- han; and the purser, Roland Buckley. The keepers of the staterooms were Mr. Hoyt, Mr. Davis, Mr. Thibodeau, and Mrs. Coy. John Mahoney and his committee did an excellent job with the senior social. The seniors have taken the lead in varsity sports this year. Leo Maghakian, Frank Simons, John Enfugian, Robert King, George Lufkin, Eliot Atherton, James McDonough, Michael Mustone, and co-managers Robert Prive and Albert Dyson received football awards. Ralph Gould, Melvin Arnold, and Donald Wallace won honors in cross country. The letter winners in field hockey were Dorothy Oppen, Dorothy Cleveland, Dorothy Amo, Dorothy Hynes, Dorothy Meehan, Betty Blackburn, Evelyn Halgren, and manager, Maryalice Conley. Leo Maghakian, Harry Russell, and manager Byron Hampton were the only seniors to receive awards on the basketball team. The hockey team awarded letters to John Buckley, Michael Mustone, Robert King, Philip Riley, Ray- mond Finnegan, and manager, Malcolm Watts, George Van Etten, and George Larkin. The seniors decided to keep the same class pins that had been used in previous years. Herbert Monson headed the hop committee. The effort extended by the seniors served to make the hop a social success, even though it did not prove a financial success. To help the finances of the athletic association the seniors participated in the minstrel show. They helped to make the A. A. night at the theatre a huge success. Our second attempt at a circus was an even greater success than the one last year. A new idea in cheering was worked out and the seniors who helped put it across were Franklin Shay, Edward Palmer, Francis Seaver, Frances Larkin, Rita Green, and Dorothy Amo. John Bergman as editor-in-chief of the “Authen- tic”, with Maryalice Conley and Dorothy Amo as his assistants, did an excellent job of making the publi- cation a success. Our senior play, “Sally Lou,” was another event which added laurels to our list of achievements. A splendid cast, with the help of a good coach, gave an excellent performance. The class banquet was held at Andover Country Club. The toastmaster was Leslie French. The MacDonald Medals, the last and highest hon- ors to be received by any in our class, were awarded to Maryalice Conley and John Bergman. This finished the final lap of our voyage. We have passed through the many storms successfully and have triumphantly anchored in port. Now that we have the honors due those who have come safely to port, we shall be ready to find new seas to chart and shall make histories of our own. Dorothy Amo. CLASS PROPHECY My dear friends and fellow students, I stand be- fore you tonight in the capacity of Prophet of the Class of 1935. As you all know, the purpose of the prophecy is to foretell in as humorous and entertain- ing a manner as possible the activities of the va- rious members of the senior student body in the dis- tant future. Thus, confronted by this intricate problem, I was forced, after hours of pondering and concentration, to dire extremes to obtain my in- formation. Failing to do this with my own facul- ties, I determined to consult a higher power than I. So it was that I left the prognostication in the hands of an able advisor, the mysterious “Shadow” of the future, “Mr. X”. These are the startling revelations

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24 THE STONEHAM HIGH SCHOOL AUTHENTIC that so astounded me! The first character he introduced was none other than Guy Cerchione whom we found standing on a street corner playing a hurdy-gurdy as pennies flow- ed freely into his cup. A rather small parson was performing for the spectators, but on close examina- tion we recognized Ananda Adams, who evidently had not grown much since last we saw him in ’35. However, I did not remain long as the bustling crowd forced me on my way. A slight twitching at my hip pocket caused me to stop, as somebody was attempting to lighten my wallet. I quickly turned as he fled and started a merry chase through the crowded streets. Scores joined but it was up to John Driscoll, street cleaner, to capture the culprit. As I arrived at the scene, I was amazed to find my- self staring into the laughing eyes of John Morris, who seemed quite pleased with his practical joke. By this time there were five “strong arms of the law” gathered around with threatening demeanor. Among the brass-buttoned gentlemen I recognized George Lufkin, Robert King, George Larkin, and John Enfugian, all husky individuals. Soon the gendarmes dispersed the mob while I made my way leisurely toward the waterfront, where I found special officer, Albert Dyson, wander- ing about singing that appropriate tune, “I Cover the Waterfront.” We joined in hearty handshakes just as v e heard resounding splashes from the ex- tremities of the wharves. We rushed to the locality just in time to assist a very wet quartet to dry land. Despite their deplorable condition, I recognized Her- bert Mitchell, Francis Seaver, Roy Brewer and Al- fred Kendrick. They soon explained that they were caught in a squall off shore and were forced to swim home as their boat had capsized. However, this sight only proved one of my strong suspicions, they were “all wet.” As time wore on, I began to feel the pangs of hunger; therefore, I decided to patronize a nearby Greek restaurant. I was astounded to find that “Fanis Popodopulis”, alias Frank Simons, was the proprietor. On recognizing me he started the oil, that is the olive oil, to work and promised me a meal fit for a king. I noticed that the sideboards had lengthened considerably while he also had a pro- nounced accent, which augmented his Grecian ap- pearance greatly. Soon I was served and to my sur- prise Lucy McCarthy did me the honors. Oh, well, the only explanation I could offer was that Lucy and Frank always did work well together! However, the hospitality of the Adonis was not yet exhausted, as he ordered the floor show to be staged in my hon- or. A bevy of chorus girls, among whom were Margaret Shanteler, Evelyn Church, Lois Barwood, Frances Larkin, and Marjorie MacDearmid, per- formed well to the strains of a gentle Greek folk song. As the days passed I grew restless and craved ex- citement, which I soon found in a traveling circus. As I entered the big top I was confronted by a spec- tator whom I recognized as Robert May (still after the greenbacks ! ) . I patronized the gentleman and entered. Soon the grand parade drew my attention. Among the participants I recognized James McDon- ough, brazen-voiced ringmaster; Howard Flett, a member of the freak show; William Garside, filibus- ter extraordinary; and Alfred Holtsberg, fresh from the African Congo. Soon, amid wild shouts, a group of Amazons, Rita Green, Margaret Landers, Evelyn Halgren, and Kathleen Visocchi, entered. Following this group v as a collection of freaks. Among them were Jacob Janigan, Donald Wallace, Robert Butterfield, and Herbert Moyer; need more be said! Suddenly, in the center of the ring, my attention was arrested by four clowns. Under their super- flous make-up I recognized the four Mongers of yes- teryear: Leo Maghakian, Joseph Barry, George Van Etten. As usual, they were quarreling; but the bat- tle royal ended almost as soon as it had begun when the strong man, William Warren, intervened. Next attracting my attention was the trapeze act, with Richard Wood taking the part of the apple-cheeked “man on the flying trapeze”. Suddenly, amid a great clatter, a giant bull rushed forth from a side entrance, while simultaneously both corn-fed Buck- ley brothers, John and Roland, did likewise. Imme- diately the animal cowered as both the boys strode courageously up to it. Roland grabbed the bull by the horns (literally) while John reversed his field; but between them, they tossed the bull (at which occupation they excel) until the animal grew resent- ful and turned on them. Then without warning a tremendous roar filled the tent as women cringed and young children clung to their parents in terror for one would think that the jungle had broken loose. However, it was only Leslie French enjoying a slight chuckle as he portrayed the actions of pre- historic man while dragging his spouse, Joyce Clark, around by the hair. However, a dashing hero in the personage of Byron Hampton rushed to the rescue and saved the victim “a la Frank Merriwell”. After this little episode, I visited the side shows where I met Dorothy Oppen, snake charmer. She was trying to soothe John Bosch and Melvin Arnold. Advertised as the grown-up Dionne quintuplets were Dorothy Meehan, Ethel Miller, Ada Perry, Gilda Marques, and the fifth member, none other than Dorothy Hynes. After spending the greater part of the day in this manner, I finally found myself free of this merry air and once more beating the pavements in search of company. I did not wait long as I espied a familiar