Stoneham High School - Wildlife Yearbook (Stoneham, MA)

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THE STONEHAM HIGH SCHOOL AUTHENTIC 27 Burdett Business Training • Courses for Young Men: Business Administration and Accounting, as preparation for sales, credit, financial, office management and accounting positions. College grade instruction. Open to High School Graduates • Courses for Young Women: Executive Secretarial, Stenographic Secretarial, also Finishing Courses, as preparation for promising secretarial positions. Individual advancement. Open to High School Graduates • Courses for Young Men and Young Women: General Business, Book- keeping, Shorthand and Typewriting, as preparation for general business and office positions. „ , , Open to High School Graduates Send for r 6 Illustrated Catalog Previous commercial training not required for entrance. Many leading colleges repre- sented in attendance. Burdett College F . BURDETT, P r • I 4 a 156 STUART STREET, BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS TELEPHONE HANCOCK 6300 “Does your wife ever say you’re right.” Yeah, she always says I’m right when I admit I’m wrong. CARL GRIMES Battery and Service Station Gas, Oil Grease, Tires and Tubes “What happened to that nice couple that summered here last year?” “Oh, they split up. He had too much principle and she had too much interest. “I want to get a pair of stockings for my wife.” “Sheer?” “No, she’s home.” “So you went out hunting with Smith. Get anything?” “Only Smith.” Telephone 0283 Compliments of 244 Main Street Stoneham Compliments of DOCKAM’S STONEHAM AND BOSTON EXPRESS CHARLES W. MESSER Harry R. Dockam, Prop.

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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,

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28 THE STONEHAM HIGH SCHOOL AUTHENTIC but to my dismay I discovered that there was no boy available. Having no other alternative, I de- cided to carry the golf bag myself. I had had a hard day at the office and was not surprised to dis- cover when I lifted the bag that it was quite heavy. I thought of the afternoon’s play before me with no little dismay; however, I decided if others could do it, I could, so I shouldered the bag, and groaning and straining I stumbled to the first tee. Reaching blindly behind me, I pulled out the larg- est club I could find — luckily I drew the correct club — teed-up, took a prodigious swing but because of my weakened condition, topped the ball. It bounced merrily along for a few yards until it reached the water trap, in it rolled, and in I went after it. After pulling myself out of the mud, I headed for the shore, my only consolation being in the fact that I was unobserved, hence I was dumb- founded when I was greeted by a loud laugh. I returned to the golf bag, but the cause of the laugh was not apparent. When I stooped to pick it up, however, it was shaking and rocking back and forth. I put my hand in the bag, very cautiously, to dis- cover the reason, and encountered something remi- niscent of a human ear. I drew my find up and looked into the chuckling, chortling face of Philip Riley. I was shocked beyond measure. Being anxious to discover the reason for his presence, I questioned him, and expected to be told a heart- rending story, but I was wrong. He told me that this week was his vacation and that he had taken up the ancient Scotch game to acquire a culture and background. I scoffed so hard he told me the truth. Philip was spending his vacation traveling over the country’s largest golf course in a golf bag. Joseph Barry. LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE CLASS OF 1935 We, the Class of 1935, in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and thirty-five, of the Stone- ham High School, located at Stoneham, Massachu- setts, United States of America, Western Hemis- phere, being in full and complete possession of our faculties of mind and body, yet knowing the uncer- tainties of our lives, do hereby declare, asseverate, and proclaim this document to be our last will and testament, and do dispose of our scholastic posses- sions as follows: Item I — We, after long deliberation, have finally come to a decision as to the efficient means for Mr. Henry Reed to convey the undesirable student direct- ly from Room 11 to the office. This project will be placed under the supervision of Mrs. Gladys Milton, providing that she, for once, will take instructions from the Senior Class. ( 1 ) In regard to this chute : It will run at a forty- five degree angle with Room 11 directly to the office. We also wish to have this chute absolutely straight so that the naughty seniors-to-be, as they go sliding down the chute, will not bruise themselves on pro- truding corners, but will land upright in front of Mr. Watson’s desk. (2) When the above construction goes into op- eration, it will be necessary for Mr. Reed to wish his undesirable students a pleasant journey and a happy landing. Item II — We are sure that Mr. Thibodeau will be one of the first teachers to appreciate the mechani- cal ability of the class of nineteen thirty-five, as we have already drawn up the blue prints by which Mr. Thibodeau will have a stream-lined elevator where his present lunch-box locker stands. This elevator will gracefully glide down to the lunchroom three seconds after the first bell, preceding the final dismissal for lunch. In witness whereof we hereby set our hands and seal. Class of 1935. FELLSWAY PHARMACY E. A. Dearth, Reg. Pharm. Telephone 1008 497 Main Street Stoneham ©rnpiral aFihIt AQUATIC PLANTS AQUARIUMS ACCESSORIES W. M. MIRICK Tel. 0925-M 5 Webster Court, Stoneham Compliments of DR. R. M. SHUKLE “I want to send a telegram to Africa.” ‘‘I think you’d better go to the head office. You see we’ve only a small boy with a bike here.” The honeymoon is over when the bride quits using her tears and starts using her tongue to get what she wants.