Stoneham High School - Wildlife Yearbook (Stoneham, MA)

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THE STONEHAM HIGH SCHOOL AUTHENTIC 31 Compliments of DR. RALPH F. BAXTER Dentist Chase Building Stoneham SMART GRADUATION APPAREL MORSE CLOTHING BOSTONIAN SHOES TRIPLETOE HOSIERY ARROW SHIRTS MALLORY HATS FLANNEL TROUSERS CHASE FINNEGAN “Quality — Fair Prices” 17 Central Street Telephone 0111 STONEHAM COAL COMPANY All Rail Coal Charcoal, Wood and Coke Telephone 0185 Office and Yards 52 Montvale Avenue J. HERBERT REYNOLDS Plumbing and Heating Agent for Timken Silent Automatic Oil Burners •445 Main Street Telephone 1196 Cashew — Does your boy find his school prob- lems hard? Pecan — Oh, no. The problems are easy enough, but his answers are too original to suit the teacher. Some 900,000,000 barrels of oil are drawn from the earth in the United States yearly. Lissen — Ain’t people funny? Hurja — Yes. If you tell a man that there are 270,678,934,341 stars in the universe he’ll believe you — but if a sign says Fresh Paint” that same man has to make a personal investigation. The people of this country make nearly 25,000,000,000 telephone calls a year. Compliments of DR. A. L. TAURO R. F. ANDERSON Member of Institute of Radio Service Men Radio Service T elephone 0 1 1 8- W 120 Summer Street Stoneham Telephone 1041-M MARBLE STREET STORE E. G. Lirakis, Prop. Groceries and Cigars S. S .Pierce Groceries 3 Marble Street Stoneham The New Method Laundry “Star Bundle” 20 pounds for $2.00 NEW METHOD LAUNDRY CO. OF STONEHAM 20 Gould Street Telephone 0407

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30 THE STONEHAM HIGH SCHOOL AUTHENTIC Again the bus was under way and this time head- ed toward New York. Just before entering the hilly section of this country, we stopped at a filling sta- tion owned and operated by “Mac” McKinnon who always was a good hand at spreading oil. A short distance down the highway a huge sign on Dougherty’s Dog Cart advised the motoring pub- lic that an excellent job of rug beating was done at this establishment. Through a little questioning it was found that Howard Truesdale and Rita Dougherty had taken the great plunge, and that Howie’s home run swing was now put to work beat- ing rugs. Still the truth lies in the statement made by an old rooter of the Stoneham team, “Even Mc- Kinnon could hit a rug — maybe”. The next day the omnibus pulled into New York City. Our attention was immediately called to a rather large man dressed in a brown checkered suit like those used in the gay ’90’s, with a dark brown derby, and sky-blue-pink stockings. Upon a closer scrutiny we remembered the face as that one be- longing to Samuel E. Smith. Sam, a promoter of wrestling and boxing, asked us to come to Joe Bruce’s gym as his guests. This seemed to be a new line for Sam since in his high school days he used to be a promoter of good cheer and fun. Among the various artists were Charles Campbell, the well- known wrestler; John McPartland, a city detective, who was in the gym nursing a pair of flat feet, and Harold Nelson, world’s middle-weight boxer. Ralph MacDonald, the ward boss, and his right hand man, Frank Geremonte, were in looking for a couple of bodyguards for use during the coming election. It looked as if trouble would start between Mayor Donald Lawson and his henchmen, Joseph Wainwright and Robert Casey. Ralph told us that we would undoubtedly find quite a few of our fellow grads of ’36 at the Madi- son Square Garden Circus, so we left immediately for the show. At the box office tickets were obtained from Lloyd Wilson who had graduated from the paper business to the pasteboard business. Inside were Ted Arnold, the strong man, going through his rou- tine; Joe Pinciaro, the man on the flying trapeze; Harold Pickens, with all the ferocious animals cap- tured by himself in the wilds of East Woburn; bare- back rider number one, Miss Iola Lane, and last but not least, the ring master, Carl Tolman. The peanut concession for the Garden was owned by Anne Corcoran. Getting money out of peanuts was nothing for Anne, who could get money out of Ben Moody. Mr. Moody was cutting beef steaks at the meat market owned by Paul Junkins, who al- ways was a rather meaty fellow. At the hotel where we stayed that evening every- thing was perfect for a comfortable night’s rest. This comfort was designed by General Manager George Downes, a master at the art of sleep. At the hotel was a girl for whom great things were ex- pected back in high school days because she was al- ways making things up — Marcia Stevens. She was now making up the beds. In the morning paper was an advertisement en- couraging anybody who had the money and was crazy enough to want to lose it, to send five dollars to Alexander Wallace, Inc., for racing tips. There were several attractions that the party might have gone to on that particular day. A race between an auto and an airplane was scheduled. Melvin Wyman, professional driver, was in the auto- mobile while Clifford Hupper was in the airplane. Nobody in the party would bet against Mel. Anoth- er attraction was the Radio City Theatre where we finally decided to go. On the stage, as members of the famous Radio City chorus, were Harriet Russell, Virginia Holden, Ellen Quincy, and Vera Leeman. Featured on the screen was a musical production directed by Harold Grant Schumann. The music was arranged by Ben Maxwell. The singing was ably handled by Miss Linda DiCicco while the acting was well done by Anna Murray and Louis Goetz. From the theatre the party went to the city’s largest department store to do some shopping. The store, under the direction of John Janigian, was crowded to capacity for there was a gigantic sale which had been well advertised by Publicity Manag- er Robert Covin and Artist Robert Brown. The ladies’ section was presenting a unique fash- ion show. Among the models were Erma Eldridge, Lillian Flannigan, Dorothy May and Ruth Howard. All of the gowns shown on that afternoon were de- signed by Rose Madison and Catherine Dougherty. At this time, in the store, Mr. Janigian’s secre- tary, Miss Marion Donahue, was giving Fred Gross, the store detective, a bawling out because he let someone get out of the store with a large Morris chair. Some detective! We left the store and went back ,to our hotel where, with the newspaper as a medium, we found that the musical members of our class, Helen Sheri- dan and Stuart Craigie were featured artists at Carnegie Hall, while Dorothy Spear and Gordon Lis- ter were members of a prominent orchestra. The next day the bus continued on its trip to Washington where we found that all the people in that city are not engaged in political work. One of the first persons we met was Anthony Antetomaso, the old baseball fan, who now was manager of the Senators. He said that Phil Savelo was doing great work on his ball club. After a little chat with Tony we started for the

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32 THE STONEHAM HIGH SCHOOL AUTHENTIC government offices to see if we could find more faces which would bring back memories. At the outer offices we noticed Myrna Robinson, Josephine Southall, Grace Thomas, and George Watkins, all busily working trying to combine three or four let- ters of the alphabet in order to create new jobs. We wandered into the office of Marguerite Brown, secretary to Senator David Dewhurst, and later into the office of Senator Winthrop Fagan who was dic- tating to his secretary, Alfreda Davidson. Win told us that he had recently had dinner in the home of John Carr and his wife, Margaret Emanuel, and also that Representative Eleanor Grundberg, who had concentrated on the study of law, was very suc- cessful. In the office, Marion Lirakis, Tena Fama, Virginia Vacca, and Louise McLaughlin were among the working force. There was little else to be seen in Washington so we left bright and early the next morning for Chi- cago, where the Democratic Convention was being held. Here we found some of our politically mind- ed classmates. Sitting in the front row, a delegate from Missouri, was Honorable George Bowser who had saved his talk during his high school days in order to be a successor to Huey Long. Hon. Robert Dillon, who found time from his work as one of the leading scientists in a Boston company headed by Warren Reed, was talking to his talented secretary, Thomas Rothwell. At the time that the party en- tered the convention, Chairman Thomas Hurley was yelling, “Shall we vote?” “No.” “Shall we — ,” etc. Outside the party bumped into the chairman of the Board of Commerce, Mr. Richard Lamb, who was running around trying to get everything in shipshape order for the delegates. According to Richard, John Diamond was one of the valued hog callers at the Chicago stockyards. Having heard that some of our friends were on the staff of a neighboring hospital we went to the institution and sure enough, we found Mary Keating, who always did claim that she could take care of anybody her own size. She told us that quite a few girls from the alma mater were nurses in one hos- pital or another. She knew that Irene Allen, Dor- othy Bingham, Virginia Dugan, Christina Stinson, Hazel Stone, and Violet Reid had all ta ken up the profession. Robert Saunders and Harriet Tidd had made the grade as doctors. That seemed funny be- cause these two people never used to cut up in school. Deciding that we had found about as many of the graduates of the Class of ’36 as we could, we started for home. We had not gone very far when we were held up considerably by a flat tire which we were obliged to have fixed at the R. A. Bell Tire and Rub- ber Shop. After that mishap we went along without any un- necessary stops until Sunday morning when we came upon a model village in a remote part of Con- necticut. We stopped at the small, country type church and listened to a sermon by the minister, Donald Gardner. In the conversation which took place following the services we learned that the whole village had been modeled by one designer, Jessie Sylvester ; that the construction end of it had been carried out by Carpenters Anderson and Baert while the landscaping was done by the Rotondi Con- tracting Co., with the aid of the Orsillo Nurseries. That afternoon we again left for home which we reached safely in a few hours. We hoped that each of our classmates would stay as strong and healthy, with the aid of Little Willie Cornflakes, as they were when we last saw them. Clifton McCaleb. PROPHECY OF THE PROPHET After my eventful graduation from Stoneham High School, I found it difficult to secure employ- ment but finally succeeded in getting work on a steamship line which sent me to the remote corners of the earth. At last, after nearly a quarter of a century of interesting vagabonding, with no great financial return, I found myself back in my native town of Stoneham. As I walked along the spotless pavements trying to renew old acquaintances, I was amazed at the many developments which had taken place. Stone- ham, now a city, had become a highly successful financial center. Its huge buildings enchanted me. The building which fascinated me most was the mil- lion dollar high school which had finally been built through the endeavors of the citizens of Stoneham. What could be the cause of such a highly com- mendable progress? I could not seem to find an appropriate solution. Pensively, I walked along un- til this large sign arrested my attention: “Stoneham Transcontinental Bus System, the line that estab- lished prosperity in Stoneham by blazing a trail across the continent, will make a special tour to the sunny land of California. This tour will be free of charge to all members of the S. H. S., Class of 1936. A special bus will leave today at 2.30 P. M.” I glanced at my watch and noted that it was 1.45. I still had forty-five minutes to spare, so I strode over to the bus terminal and was nonchalantly in- specting the bus that was especially decorated for the occasion when a deep masculine voice boomed, “Kindly extradite your person from this private property.” Somewhat startled, I turned around to face a man loudly dressed in a bright red chauffeur’s uni-