Stoneham High School - Wildlife Yearbook (Stoneham, MA)

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THE STONEHAM HIGH SCHOOL AUTHENTIC 25 DISCRIMINATING PEOPLE READ THE STONEHAM PRESS Quality Flowers Compliments of GAY THE FLORIST E. R. HODGSON, M. D. Telephone 0217 45 Spring Street Stoneham Compliments of RENFREW GRAY Compliments of CHAPMAN ' S OLD KIBBY GINGER ALE Roofer Telephone 0480 80 Spring Street Stoneham Miss — Did you tell your father over the phone we were engaged? Boy Friend — Yes. Miss — What did he say? Friend — I’m not sure whether or not the line was struck by lightning. “Get my kit quick”, shouted the doc- tor, “Some fellow has phoned that he can’t live without me.” “Oh, that call is for me”, said the daughter as she seized the phone and glued her ear to it. Easy Way to Make Hands Soft and White Rub into your face and hands after each washing a few drops of lotion containing Sea Moss. Sea Moss is a noted skin whit- cner and balm. Nepto Lotion combines sea moss with other soothing ingredients and makes red, dry, rough or work-stained hands soft, smooth and white. paidtB Cotton A STONEHAM PRODUCT From Your Druggist Fifty Cents HAVE YOU TRIED NEPTO CREAM and NEPTO FACE POWDER?

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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

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26 THE STONEHAM HIGH SCHOOL AUTHENTIC figure approaching; it was none other than prosper- ous-looking Thomas Carroll, at present an influential theatre magnate and producer. He puffed vigor- ously at a fat Havana as he grasped my hand in a grip of steel. Of course, I would look over the prod- ucts of the cinema for many of my old schoolmates were on Tommy’s payroll. We first entered the scenario department where we found various types of characters: Malcolm Watts was trying to perfect a good dime novel that would sell for a quarter; Rose Donovan and Florence Theroux were deeply concerned over a love problem, while in solitary con- finement Carlton Coombs was working himself into a frenzy over a mystery. From this point we traveled to the trials department where various stars were going through their paces. Among them I recog- nized Virginia Fiumara, famous “It Girl”; Harry Russell, Eliot Atherton, a Tarzan; Richard Jones, the ladies’ man; and John Mahoney and wife (Mary Ringland), Broadway Hill-Billies. Among the other female characters present I noticed Ruth Bar- ter, Lucille Isabelle, Eleanor Rigby, Doris Trites, and Emily Thibodeau, all members of the Scandal’s “Hot-steppers”. Suddenly a violent outburst disturbed the tranquillity as the star of stars, that Swedish comet, Herbert Monson, vented his feeling on his manager, Charles Hacking. As he strode off the lot, he was heard to exclaim in broken English, “Ay tank ay go home, now”! As this episode died out I decided to attend the marathon race in which Ralph Gould, Harry Carr, Harold Boulter, Francis McLaughlin, and David Kirkpatrick were all conceded an even chance to win the laurels. However, an unknown in the per- sonage of Leonard Marr, won a close race over Ralph Gould, who in fact just lost by a nose to the victor. As I turned to leave, a firm hand grasped my shoulder, and I was face to face with my old friend, Michael Mustone, at present superintendent of police. We chatted lengthily of old times and finally parted only on the promise that I would drop in on the morrow. The visit to the stronghold of the law was a mem- orable one in that many of my old chums in school were inhabiting the building. The first to be recog- nized was Marshall Pecker, desk sergeant of the bu- reau. Among the city’s finest were Charles Doyle, Leslie Morrison, Edward Palmer, and David Quincy, surely a formidable array! Before long I was con- ducted on a tour of the cells and imagine my sur- prise to find that the majority of the cells were oc- cupied by feminine tenants. In one cell there were Mabel Adams, Helen Barnes, Lucina Bailly, Eliza- beth Blackburn, and Helen Cleveland, who it seems had attended a bridge party. They explained their mistakes were bound to happen ( especially when one is playing bridge), a fact to which I readily agreed It seems that Helen had trumped her partner’s ace, thus creating a cause for rebuke. However, in the heat of the argument, the ladies forgot themselves, and before they knew it they were arrested for dis- turbing the peace. The next call contained more feminine tenants in the personages of Alyce Potter, Shirley Price, Alice Olsen, Kathryn Meehan, and Greta MacKay. The story, as Alyce told me, also concerned Special Officer Robert Prive, who, so they said, was always looking for trouble. The girls swore that they weren’t breaking any laws when they crossed the self-controlled blinker system. However, according to the officer, the girls had tied up traffic by maintaining a stop light against both lines of traffic. Next I was treated to an amusing sight as Franklin Shay was on trial for bigamy. Audrey Rice, Ida Fortini, and Virginia Adams, clam- ored loudly for his scalp while more of his victims remained in the background. Another interesting case centered around Wilbur Chapman who had manufactured a new beverage. He had tried to demonstrate his superiority over such notorious characters as William Brassil, Raymond Finnegan, and Benjamin Cutter. Leaving the home of the gendarmes, I perceived a rather large group approaching. In the center of this was Harold Howes, while Mary Allin and Doro- thy Amo had a tight grip on “Ike’s” arms. Frances Mustone, Maryalice Conley, and Dorothy Cleveland were struggling desperately for an inside position. I learned later that “Ike” had just drawn a ticket on the Irish sweepstakes. With this scene still in my mind, I turned a corner and walked right into Winifred Gilligan, Esther Newhall, Marjorie Tren- holm, Gladys Stowcll, and Claire Werre. At the head of this group was Kathleen Feeney leading her workers in the singing of our old graduation theme! Thus with the melody still ringing in my ears, I was forced to bid adieu to my comrades as the last of the Class of 1935 passed before my eyes. For several minutes I was unable to realize my position until the voice of my aide interrupted my train of reveries. This, then, was the end of my wondrous experience. I grasped his hand and thanked him for the privilege that had been mine — “When I dipped into the future far as human eye could see; Saw the vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be.” Philip Riley. PROPHECY OF PROPHET One sunny day in June, I decided to go golfing. I motored out to the club, entered the locker room, changed my clothes, procured my bag from the bag- master, and went to the caddy-house to get a caddy,