Stoneham High School - Wildlife Yearbook (Stoneham, MA)

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THE STONEHAM HIGH SCHOOL AUTHENTIC 29 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 PURDY OFFICIAL PHOTOGRAPHER STONEHAM HIGH SCHOOL CLASS OF 1936-1937 Special Discount Rates to all Students of Stoneham High School

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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.

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30 THE STONEHAM HIGH SCHOOL AUTHENTIC After I had received a cordial greeting from all, Mr. Glendon suggested that we attend the premiere of the “Patterson’s Follies” of which John of course was the director. Before entering we noticed the large marquee bearing the name of John Landry, matinee idol featured in the picture “The Perils of Pauline.” Our attention was attracted by the fa- miliar faces of the chorus which included Dot Far- rington, Antoinette Trozzi, Kay McDonough, Marion Rotundi, and Ruth Gross. The song and dance act of Gerald Landers was a hit. To our amazement the theatre was empty except for Joe Orsillo, Wil- liam Sullivan, and Dave Morton, who reclined sleep- ily in their chairs. As we neared the early stages of slumber, Dean Morrison, head janitor, stepped out from the wings and quoted my recent picture, “Wake Up and Leave.” The doorman, George West, hastily rousing himself, ran to open the door as we left the building. As I took leave of Principal Glendon, a limou- sine sped by bearing Chet Whitehouse and Bob Carr. The town tree warden, Wendell Thompson, informed me that these two were Maintenance Sup- ervisors for the Economy Stores. Wendell also told me that the former Stoneham High ice mentors, Cliff Thompson and Rico Eramo, were making a name for themselves with the league-leading Bruins under the management of Bill Dowd. Proceeding at a moderate pace, I passed a jovial army officer, Peter Whitcomb, escorting Miss Doris Lunt who had become famous in the world of art. They were helped into a car by Morris Batchelder, resplendent in his gold-braided chauffeur’s uniform. At this juncture I was accosted by local police- woman, Lenice Fullford, who, hearing of my quest, came to my aid by divulging the following informa- tion: Hazel Blackburn was now a proficient piano teacher: Dana Batchelder was making a success as a lawyer for the Standard Oil Company; and Flor- ence Monson had entered the dental profession. Now having run out of raisin bars, which in- cidentally were manufactured at “Ye Olde Toote Fruite Shoppe,” whose proprietress was Barbara Conley, hunger assailed me. Upon entering “The Spot Pond Lunch,” I was happily surprised to see Pet® Paicopoulas at the counter. He immediately called his chef, Ed Lynch, and his singing waitress, Babe Eldridge. Ed had more information for me. “By way of the high seas!” — Ed Theroux was serving his second year as Foreign Ambassador to Albania, while his sister Eva (indeed an adventuress) was in England attempting to introduce modern bridge methods. Across the way, Skipper Don Shay and his crew, Bob Potter, Dud Swenson, and Herman Moe were capably guiding the “S. S. Sandbar” along the Spot Pond Canal. Hailing a taxi, I was given a mad ride by its driver, Bill Geary, who stated aspirations of obtain- ing a license in the near future. I handed him the fare and like Dana, he was “gone with the wind.” Feeling the need of a shave, I entered a shop on Elm Street, now a rushing business center, and was shown to a chair by none other than Millie Marshall. Expressing my uncertainty as to her ability, Mil- dred assured me that “experience speaks louder than words.” Failing miserably to replace a lost portion of my ear she ushered me into Jiggs Petroni’s Beauty Parlor, next door. In the waiting room was the Stoneham School Committee composed of Dot Starr, Helen Scully, and Eleanor Mc- Laughlin. Dot was speaking of the sterling suc- cess of Bob Newhall and Walter Penta, instructors of Slabrack Academy, a finishing school for East Woburn Tech. Jiggs’ voice broke in at this point in an angry tempo. He was complaining of the unconventional opening of a competitive hair dress- ing establishment run by Mildred Allin, Inez Jones, Jean Lent, and Barbara Colwell, truly a professional array of workers. During a lull in Jiggs impetuous speech, he managed to direct me to a garage run by Margaret Landers, where one could take his choice of 1920 models for five cents a mile. As I proceeded in Stepin Fetchit fashion, my eye was drawn to none other than Tink Courier attired in golf sox and pants and a pink cap. Pull- ing up to the curb I approached the soap-flake box labeled “Town Crier,” upon which he stood discuss- ing the very subject so vital to my success. He re- vealed the following for which I owe him my un- dying gratitude: Bill Gile has just been promoted to plant super- visor for General Electric in Lynn. Pete Maghak- ian, who always was an artist, was putting all op- position on the canvas as professional boxer, under the guidance of Fran Driscoll. Annie Greenberg was being acclaimed for her outstanding perform- ances for M. G. M. Dot Pitts, the chief costumer for this studio, was creating stunning gowns which were modeled by Dorothy Reynolds and Theresa Karris. Dot Murphy, woman photographer for “Look” was also to be found in Hollywood. Before running out of breath (remarkable for “Tink”) he gasped that Bob Cannon was President of the Multi- munitions factory and had two charming secretaries, namely, “Pat” Wyman and Marguerite Amo. Passing a nearby silver foundry, I recognized its occupants as none other than “Buzz” Barton, Dick Haradon, and Henry Stoney, who informed me sheepishly that Gracie Murphy was the largest stockholder in the Stoneham Stoney Crusher Com- pany. “Buzz” by way of neighborliness pointed out