Stoneham High School - Wildlife Yearbook (Stoneham, MA)

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THE STONEHAM HIGH SCHOOL AUTHENTIC 27 NORTHEASTERN UNIVERSITY College of Liberal Arts Offers a- broad program of college subjects serving as a foundation for the under- standing of moder n culture, social relations, and technical achievement. The purpose of this program is to give the student a liberal and cultural education and a vocational competence which fits him to enter some specific type of useful employment. College of Business Administration Offers a college program with broad and thorough training in the principles of business with specialization in ACCOUNTING, BANKING AND FINANCE, or BUSI- NESS MANAGEMENT. Modern methods of instruction, including lectures, solution of business problems, class discussions, professional talks by business executives, and motion pictures of manufacturing processes, are used. College of Engineering Provides complete college programs in Engineering with professional courses in the fields of CIVIL, MECHANICAL (WITH DIESEL, AERONAUTICAL and AIR CONDITIONING OPTIONS), ELECTRICAL, CHEMICAL, INDUSTRIAL ENGIN- EERING, and ENGINEERING ADMINISTRATION. General engineering courses are pursued during the freshman year; thus the student need not make a final decision as to the branch of engin eering in which he wishes to specialize until the beginning of the sophomore year. Co-operative Plan The Co-operative Plan, which is available to upperclassmen in all courses, provides for a combination of practical industrial experience with classroom instruction. Under this plan the student is able to earn a portion of his school expenses as well as to make business contacts which prove valuable in later years. Degrees Awarded Bachelor of Arts Bachelor of Science For catalog or further information write to : MILTON J. SCHLAGENHAUF, Director of Admissions NORTHEASTERN UNIVERSITY BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS

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26 THE 5TONEHAM HIGH SCHOOL AUTHENTIC Andrews and his able committee. A hot athletic field attracted my attention, and there I saw working vigorously many of our boys in training under the strenuous coaching of “Doc” Gordon. Standing in a daze admiring these many fond scenes, I forgot all about my rabbit friend. Sudden- ly hearing a call coming from a short distance along the passage, I saw him standing before a larger gate conspicuously marked “1935”, which opened in- to a much more elaborate yard with beautiful trees and flowers. Approaching nearer to the entrance, I heard a sound like a riot of many voices raised in merriment and joy. Bewildered, I hesitated about going farther, but the rabbit, taking my arm to assist me, remarked, “Fear not, good friend, for the end is not yet”, and escorted me into the yard. What a grand and glo- rious sight! Here we all were once more, having advanced to the dignified rank of Juniors. Looking nervously around, I saw Miss Spinney, Miss John- son, Miss Eastman, and Mr. Reed hurrying about preparing to make our Junior stay a pleasant and a profitable one. In the midst of this happy group, President Americo Eramo, Vice President Lawrence Hurley, Secretary Marguerite Amo, and Treasurer Florence Monson were pleasantly conversing with Francis Gallella, chairman of our Social Committee, who later held a most successful “get together” in the school gymnasium. Since our last meeting a change had occurred in our school faculty. Mrs. Milton had resigned and her place as English teacher had been taken by Miss Dunning. Hark! what did I hear? Music? Yes, indeed, and more music. The S. H. S. was on parade and our class contributed its talents to assist our direc- tor, Mr. Arthur Reynolds, in making this the great- est musical and financial venture ever produced un- der the auspices of the Athletic Association. Nineteen thirty-five certainly was the year in which our famed athletes began to make history for Stoneham. Among the players of that famous hockey team that brought the championship of the Greater Boston Hockey League to our town were Cliff Thompson, Americo Eramo, Bill Dowd, Dean Morrison, and Dana Wandless. Close by were Donald Shay, Bill Gilson, David Morton, and Ben Bagdikian, who did their part on the cross country team. On the football and baseball teams many other boys of our class, also, brought credit both to them- selves and to the school. Encouraging the teams on to victory were many loyal rooters led by the S. H. S. cheering squad on which we were represented by Dot Starr, Helen Scully, and Russell Andrews. However, not all our time was spent on socials and sports for there was Rico Eramo, our president, conducting a meeting in the most businesslike way, discussing the important question of class rings. Priscilla Booth and her committee were given the responsibility of selecting rings. Here, too, in our Junior year we were represented in the graduation of the Class of 1936 by Russell Andrews and Dot Starr, as marshals, and Cliff Thompson and Dot Lufkin, head ushers. Now an entirely different scene, one of sadness, appeared. Our beloved classmate, Lucille Sabia, had passed away. I pause a moment and reverently read : Soundlessly, shadowly, such move on, Dim as the dream of a child asleep; And no one knoweth ’till they are gone How lofty their souls, their hearts how deep, Bright souls these — God only sees. Deep in thought and memories, slowly I walked from this scene out into the passage where the rab- bit was anxiously waiting. Silently, I followed until he stopped at a gate of much greater dimensions than any of the others. In much- larger figures the year “1936” was inscribed. Chatting in a most friendly manner, my friend rabbit opened this huge gate. Why, such immense proportions? At first I wondered, but then, after a moment of reflection, I began to comprehend its meaning. Have we not grown and developed much during these past four years? Likewise, have our interests and activities increased. Where then should I begin my tour of inspection? Directly in the foreground appeared the familiar faces of Miss Johnson, Mrs. Coy, Mr. Davis, and Mr. Thibodeau, our new guardians. No wonder they looked pleased when they welcomed us to the Senior Class rooms, for, of course, they real- ized, as in the past, that dignified seniors are so studious and self-reliant, that they are quite capable of taking care of themselves. Another change had occurred in the faculty. We were sorry to learn that Mr. Reynolds had resigned to accept another position but were glad to welcome Mr. Miller, one of our former freshman teachers, appointed in his place. Cliff Thompson had the honor of being our senior president, Edward Meehan, vice president; Mar- guerite Amo, secretary; Lawrence Hurley, treasur- er, and Russell Andrews, Social chairman. This surely was a banner year for our class on the athletic field. How clearly I remembered that foot- ball game when the team, guided by Captain Min- ghella, after a very good season on the gridiron, de- feated our rival, Reading High School, on Thanks- giving Day! Our cross country team, led by Captain Shay, was

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28 THE STONEHAM HIGH SCHOOL AUTHENTIC competing with neighboring schools; and, although Lady Luck was against them, they were, neverthe- less, making a very good showing. In the background, I saw our girls’ field hockey team, captained by Evelyn McLaughlin, finishing the season without a defeat. Cheering in the distance was a great crowd gath- ered about a hockey rink. For the second year in succession, our renowned hockey team had brought a signal honor, not only to our class, but also to the school and town, by winning the championship of the Greater Boston School Hockey League. Our own Cliff Thompson had the double honor of being the captain and leader of a team of such note, and, also, of being acclaimed as the outstanding hockey player in the league. As a class, how proud we felt of our team, Captain Thompson, Eramo, Dowd, Hurley, Petroni, Morrison, and all others who played the game hard and fast, and kept our team on top. But sports were not all that occupied our time; there in the school gymnasium Russell Andrews was conducting our senior social. Farther along, our class could be seen enjoying themselves at the Upper Class Dance being held in Armory Hall. For the first time in years, the S. H. S. Dramatic Club, under the supervision of Miss Dunning, was seen in the drama, “The Late Christopher Bean”. Ben Bagdikian, John Landry, Donald Shay and El- eanor McLaughlin were the senior members in this production. In a more secluded spot, I observed Esther Berg- man, Editor-in-chief of the Authentic”, earnestly engaged in conversation with Helen Scully and John Landry, her Assistant Editors, while others of her staff were arduously working on articles and school news soon to be published in the “Graduation Num- ber” of “The Authentic”, our school paper. From the distance came clear, convincing tones, and immediately I recognized the eloquent voice of Ben Bagdikian, our class orator, who participated in a National speaking contest held in Illinois. Under the shade of many large maple trees our class could be se en assembled at its banquet which was being held at the Meadowbrook Country Club in Reading. For a moment, everything was quiet, and all eyes were focussed on a man who ascended a raised plat- form. At once he was recognized as Mr. Watson, our beloved Principal. What an ovation was ac- corded him as he stood in his exalted position! We the graduating class of “1937”, as a group, instinctively think back over our past four years and begin, to realize the value of his timely advice, and to appreciate greatly his kindness and his will- ingness to assist us at all times. As he slowly pointed to a wall, my eyes followed in that direction and there I perceived the letters, S. H. S., under which I read, “Seek Higher Service”, our class mot- to. Overwhelmed and bewildered, I sat down to med- itate on the fond memories that all these scenes had so vividly brought back to my mind. By a gentle tap, I was suddenly awakened from my meditation and I heard the rabbit saying, “Dear friend, this is not the end. This is just the beginning. You are now to enter the School of Experience — The Real School of Life, in which character and service are the true tests”. Then quietly he disappeared. Looking far in the distance, I saw in golden let- ters these lines: “We live in deeds, not years, in thoughts, not breaths, In feelings, not in figures on a dial, We should count time by heart throbs. He most lives Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.” Eleanor McLaughlin. PROPHECY OF CLASS OF 1937 This is station S. H. S. Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. America; let’s go to press. In the absence of your correspondent, Walter Winchell, I have been asked to relate to you the information regarding the whereabouts and the activities of the members of the former class of 1937. Before continuing I should like to explain that I have a letter in my possession from that most amiable of all maestros, Ben Bernie Bagdikian. He has been so brazen as to question my ability in re- gard to locating my former classmates. The fol- lowing is the result of my extensive research: On June 18, 1950, I boarded the new transcon- tinental airliner taking off from Stoneham. My at- tention was immediately divided between the two hostesses, Priscilla Booth and Ruth Pike, who were nattily dressed in blue and gold, our old class colors. They induced me to go forward where I found the co-pilots, Fred Murphy and Neil Knudson at the controls (I wondered if Fred would be on time that trip.) Landing at the ultra modern airport, form- erly known as the Gould Meadow, I disembarked and entered a cab driven by Dana Wandless. On leaving the cab I gave its driver a bill and received instead of my change a cloud of topsoil. As I en- tered the elaborate high school, my eyes immed- iately fell upon Principal Glendon who was in con- ference with Joe Jenkins, the physical instructor; Bob Estes, teacher of biology; Mickey Morroco, the football coach; and Ed Meehan the shop teacher.