Stoughton High School - Stotonian / Semaphore Yearbook (Stoughton, MA)

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iierari Class mil LAST W ILL AND TESTAMENT: We, the class of 1935, of the Stough- ton High School, Town of Stoughton, being of sound mind and memory, do make, publish, and declare this our last will and testament, in manner and form as follows : Farrell leaves and gives his Soap box orations to W alter Gorday. Anne Tumonis leaves her athletic abil- ity to Leah Kell. Arthur Pentz leaves his big feet to Frankie Xeylon. Alice Selansky leaves her good marks to Blanche Lipsky. Barbara Twombly and Alfred Tirelis leave their romance to Paul CofYee and Barbara Lutted. Charles Gushing leaves his Dog with a certain teacher to Eddie Banis. Alfie Ghestnut and Lorraine Phillips leave their hiking to Pat Griffin and Eve- lyn LaFrance. Hazel Burns leaves her Bunk in history to Anna Lehan. Alice Bolin leaves all her headaches to Joe Gopello. Garmen L ' rcuioli bequeaths and gives his ability to attract the Freshmen to Alfred Kemp. Francis Vinskus leaves his position as treasurer to the one who thinks he can undertake such a responsibility. ]Marjorie Gurrie leaves her nerve to Lucille Gemme. Louise W ' ereska leaves her singing ability to Antrinette Roche — to you — ] Iillie to us. Bernard Jatul leaves his good marks in History to Jesselyn Innes. Gigi Iversen leaves his blonde, good looks to Paul Gofifee. Earl W ' ahl leaves his freckles to Jesse- lyn Innes. Helen Harding leaves her dancing ability to lary Rivella. Richmond Eliason leaves his work at the mimeograph to Joe Geruti. Bob Leahy leaves his basketball tech- nique to his brother. In Witness Whereof, we have hereto subscribed our names and affixed our seal, this Fifth Day of June, in the year of our Lord, one thousand-nine-hundred and thirty-five. Signed, sealed, and published, and de- clared by the Glass of 1935 in the pres- ence of each other, have hereunto sub- scribed our names as witnesses on the day above mentioned. HAZEL BURNS, GARMEN URGUIOLI, ALIGE BOLIN, LORRAINE PHILLIPS, GEORGE R ' ERSEN, GLAUDIA HART. Page Sixteen Patronize Semaphore Advertisers

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STOUGHTON HIGPI SCHOOL NAME NOTED FOR FUTURE Arthur Lindelof Being a square head Hog-raiser Mary McSweeney Home economics Knitting instructor Edna Mahoney Quietness Fortune-teller Helene Madden Cuteness Somebody ' s sweetheart Rosemary Maher Curiosity Detective John McGi-ath Late hours Night watchman Thomas McCormick Scotch Liquor dealer Eleanor Mosman Needlecraf t Housewife Charles McEwan Wrecks Garageman Roberta MacCombie Dressmaking Ex-nurse John Oldsman Love of swirngs Playground supervisor Arthur Pentz Good nature Stilt walker Lorraine Phillips Love for mixed nuts Peanut vender Charles Pelland Bicycles Mechanic George U. S. A. C. C. C. Pappademetropoulos (unusual sex appeal) Mary Ruggerio Petiteness Bed time story teller Mary Revnoff Pretty hair Nurse Arthur Radvilas Athletics O ' bservatory operator Alice Selansky Leadership Big Boss Anna Spillane Pleasing personality Nurse Lucille Stone Demureness Dressmaker John Seba Love for Fords Radio entertainer Steven Simanavich Bronie arms Clown Evelyn Small Bioy friends WMEX broadcaster Warren Snowdale Solemnity Minister Ruth Sousa Affairs I ' amour Someibody ' s love Ruth Trow Long hair Designer Alfred Tirelis Famous romance Answer to lovelorn Anne Tumonis Night club life Harlem dancer Barbara Twombly Sweetness Debutante Carmen Urcuioli Neat appearance Manager of State Theatre Woman ' s home companion Fi-ancis Vinskus Woman hater — oh yeah! Sammy Wallace Skunks and geese Skunk raiser Louise Wereska Curves Burlesque dancer Joseph Walent Seriousness Coal man Barbara Winship Funny remarks Jester Efiie Zumas Hope chest Dishwasher Patronize Semaphore Advertisers Page Fifteen

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STOUGHTON HIGH SCHOOL A Wee Bit of Scotch Old Man MacTavish, as he was so often called by the people familiar with his slight, straight body limping up the rows of benches at various dog shows, was whistling softly to himself as he understandingly scratched the ear of a black terrier standing in front of him on the old scarred table. He always whistled when he was happy, the happier he was, the softer the whistle. The whistle was very, very, soft now, for you see he was very, very happy. The dog wagged his tail gaily. He also was happy, for he knew what that soft whistle signified. Many times had he heard that when he had been especially obedient or clever. It usually was fol- lowed by some choice bit for the dog and this was the case now, for Scotch Hill Whiskey, of Scotch Hill Kennel, was presently chewing on a biscuit, mys- teriously emerging from the vast depths of his master ' s pocket. Whiskey could never understand how those pockets could hold so many things. Stored away were various things. There was a num- berless amount of small biscuits for Whiskey, which he received on good be- havior ; a great amount of combs, tweez- ers, clippers, trimmers, brushes, a col- lar or two, and the same amount of leads mixed happily together. He mar- veled at the ease with which his master was able to fish a required object out. A leash now appeared and was snapped on Whiskey ' s collar. This meant a run in the exercising pen. Whiskey trotted gayly down the stairs and sneezed hap- ])ily while MacTavish unlatched the gate. There were only two dogs there so Whiskey ' s lead was taken of¥ and he was allowed to roam around at will. MacTavish grinned in anticipation of what he knew might happen. Whiskey was an exceptionally friendly Scotty. but woe to man or beast who did not appeal to him. MacTavish on see- ing that these three were going to get along, strolled up the stairs to seek out some of the old cronies and talk over the events of the preceding day. He had much to say. Had Whiskey not won Best of Breed yesterday? Here it was the second day of the big three-day show and he had nothing to do today but tramp around and tell of the wonders of his W ' hiskey. Tomorrow there would be much to do. First, Whiskey would be entered in Best of Terriers and then, provided he won, which MacTavish was sure he would, he would compete for Best in Show . Ah ! Softly he began to whistle. His W hiskey Best of Show . This was his highest dream. His and Whiskey ' s dream, for had they not confidentially whispered and nodded their heads to- gether over this over many a fire, and under many a moon. He had whispered to Whiskey how proud he would be and Whiskey had understandingly nodded his head, for of course he understood. A silent promise had been exchanged and since then, they had both tried their best to keep it. MacTavish had combed, trimmed, plucked, oiled, and performed all of the other necessary operations to make W hiskey appear at his best. WHiiskey had cheerfully and patiently stood for all this, although there was much of it he did not enjoy too well. But had they not been rewarded greatly for their patience? For Whiskey was now at his best, and Whiskey at his best was good enough. MacTavish whistled softer still as he remembered how Whiskey ' s square terrier face looked squarer still for the long, firm whiskers at each corner of the black muzzle. His small, dark, hazel eyes glistened like ripe huckleberries in the bright summer sun. His short, straight legs carried him to Best of Breed, yesterday, while his tail gayly Patronize Semaphore Advertisers Page Seventeen