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

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Senior Class Play (Continued) If you ever want to learn the art of flappering or the athletic combination of a French accent and a champion tennis player, just apply to Betty Staples and Ilona Rafalko respectively. Strange as it may have seemed they were both very anxious to avoid Nlr. Horace Hathaway, and this situation supplied more of the comedy and mystery. The school orchestra played between acts ; and as usual, acquitted them- selves nobly, reflecting well the efforts and instructions of Miss Minnie Goeres, their capable director. Richard Welton, resplendent in black velvet, presented flowers to Miss Dorothy Arnold and to Miss Gertrude Clark, and a gift to Mr. Joseph Celi in appreciation of the work he had put into the play. We extend our sincere thanks to all who helped make Lady Lilac a memorable success. Take It Easy Racing on my way to school, I have no time for gazing. To watch the goldfish in the pool, Or see the cattle grazing. I cannot see nor worship Nature, in her clothes of dew, I have no time for reverence, Fm on my way to school. My eyes are blind to Daffodils, Swaying to and fro in the breeze, I cannot see the wooded hills, Fm off to learn my Q ' s and P ' s . Yet, oft ' times I get to thinking, What fools we mortals be, nien nature sets her bells aringing, For us to stop, and marvel, at her scenery. But, we ' re very busy. To work, for money we can hoard, A ' e ' re on our way to business, Yet, what is our reward? So, let ' s take life more easy, Tarry for a while. You ' ll find the world much brighter, Just waiting for your smile. Dorothy Bercovitz ' 39 Page Twciify-nine

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Class Play ' ' Lady Lilac ' ' Notice: Senior Class Piay Tryoiits ai 1 :30 Today. That ' s how one of the highlights of the Senior Year began. . After weeks of intensive training on the part of !Miss Arnold to make us actors, we had an unfortunate interruption. Our coach Miss Arnold and liss Neil}-, in charge of properties, were injured in an automobile accident, but the Senior Class were favored by fortune in being able to secure IMr. Joseph Celi, Miss Clark, and Miss Nelson for the further production of the play. The three act drama was the story of two murders and the mysterious person of Lady Lilac, which all was unraveled by Miss Smith, a female Sher- lock Holmes, ably assisted by the hotel clerk. Lilac Lake Inn, which is near the Canadian border in a remote part of Maine,, was the scene of false convictions for the village constable, love affairs by th dozens, missing liver pills, and a fresh traveling salesman who pro- vided the comedv very ably. ] Iiss Smith, the detective, was played by Mrginia Campbell. Arthur Ecclestone, as the hotel clerk, eagerly offered his suggestions as to the sex of the murderer, but only succeeded in falling in love with ] Iaybelle Slas- on, eighteen years old, a very charming reporter, played by Eleanor Borgeson. Mr. Heigho Hi Periwinkle, alias A ' illiam ( Miistle ' ) McArdle, did a ter- rible lot of suspecting and just never could seem to get around to arresting anj ' one. on a legitimate cause. Gentlemen ! Allow me to introduce Hathaway ' s Harmless Habit Cures. Announcing Mr. A ' illiam Mitchell who very ably enacted the part of a breezy, rather eli — you know the type — salesman, who talked his way swiftly into trouble and more swiftly out of it. But sadly Blanche Howland, in the role of Dorothy W ' ingate, really the murdered man ' s sister, caught up with him, and that was the last of Nlr. Hathaway. Yon can all remember that final handshake that took place between these two. Betsy Glover, as wealthy ]vlrs. Ware, mother of laybelle Mason, presented a humorously pathetic picture amidst her woes of missing liver medicine, lor- gnette, and daughter. Speedy, a slow-moving country boy with shoes too big for his feet, played by Robert Anderson, was a Swedish chore boy and a medal winner in yawning, who turned out to be one of Miss .Smith ' s most trusted deputies. Richard W ' elton, taking the part of Richard Lane, who was the business man ' s example of good taste and owner of Lilac Inn, cleverly disguised the fact that he — a man — was Lady Lilac, the criminal. Page Tweuty-eighf

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Whafs in a Kwl Tappy Collins wasn ' t exactly a woman-hater but he was rather shy and timid in the presence of the frivolous co-eds at Lakewood University. He was the self-esteemed inventor of a nameless device that consisted of a dilapi- dated buggy equipped with the motor of an antiquated washing machine. At the present time, he was working on a process guaranteed to produce an abso- lutely runless stocking — a Collins original. Tajjpy was a picture of rugged youth and manly prowess. Typical of young America, he was exceedingly tall of stature and fairly radiated with health and vitality. A pair of hornrimmed glasses that created an illusion of despair were perched ui)on his freckled nose. Piercing eyes shone through a tangled mass of flaming hair, not unlike a burnt e.xpanse of orange peel studded with twin stars. Tappy scorned women : consequently, his gaze seldom wandered in the direction of the blonde enchantress or her equally engaging sister, the wily brunette. He labored feverishly on his inventions and took no pains to con- ceal his dislike for the fairer members of his class. Tappy lived a solitary existence in a tiny cottage situated in the midst of a wooded grove. He thrived on the notoriety of his eccentric ways and expressed his joy by nonchalantly re- vealing the dimple in his left cheek. Dressed in an ancient smock and tattered overalls, he stalked among his inventions and drew plans, meanwhile chewing on a questionable pipe. Huge patches of grime were evident on his muscular arms and bronzed face, and his neglected smock was dappled with a varietv of brilliant colors. Sullenly, he climbed into his improvised buggy and drove off into the twi- light gloom. But just as he turned down a shaded country lane, a diminutive form slipped beneath the crushing wheels and lay motionless. Tappy drove on in a cloud of dust but guilt soon troubled his conscience. Returning to the scene of his crime, he bundled the girl into his noisy con- traption. A pair of very blue eyes gazed upon him in adoration. Whizzikers ! muttered Tappy, sputtering and choking. Aw, shucks, he mumbled and chewed fiercely on his pipe. Where are you taking me? asked the girl. To Doctor Stephen, growled Tappy laconically. Oh, but I ' m perfectly all right. Besides, she added, with a whimsical smile, I must finish my sales canvass of this particular neighborhood. Then, for the first time, Tappy noticed that she clutched a small package in her hand. Xow, what are you trying to sell? The girl looked up and remarked, I am offering a pair of my newly-invented Page Thirty