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

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SEMAPHORE 19 4 3 Then Alice Homer told this yarn, A quaint old funny tale About a man who bought a boat And went out for a sail. Richard Lyman was his name, A sportsman brave was he. And so he bought this sailboat To go out on the sea. He hired for his skipper A man both brave and true. His name was Eddie Atkinson, The sea and stars he knew. Ed Kimtis also went along To help out with the crew, A carpenter and handyman He kept the ship all new! They sail from Boston Harbor On a cold and windy day And then they found Ed Parent A crafty stowaway. They ran into a fog that night And crashed into a ridge And when the daylight made things clear They found ' twas Brooklyn Bridge. Now that is somethmg queer, you see To be shipwrecked like that They pulled themselves upon the bridge And there they sat and sat. The bridge was closed to traffic Inspector Brown said ' twas weak. Our heroes found that it was true, The bridge did sway and creak. Then Arthur Lowe flew over In his brand new aeroplane, But didn ' t see the castaways And flew away again. Our heroes waved their arms at him And jumped and stamped the ground. The bridge collapsed beneath them And they tumbled down and down. They were rescued from the water By a lady fisherwoman Who came from Stoughton High School She was Shirley Chrestensen. A policeman, Everett Hadley, Who was waiting on the shore. Then took our friends into the court Those poor unfortunate four. The judge was Evie Williams She made the sentence loud Destroying public property Of you we ' re very proud. We ' re glad you smashed the bridge down Now we don ' t have to do it. We knew it ' d come down anyhow As soon as the wind blew through it. Our friends were really heroes now, And as a final treat, The mayor, who was Ralph Hanson, They were privileged to meet. And now my story ' s ended. Then, Alice Homer said Let ' s hear a tale from Wini White. That lady went ahead: 22

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19 4 3 SEMAPHORE Anna Heelan writes verse Appearing on the pages. It isn ' t bad, it could be worse; Is even praised by sages. Joan Smullen interviews the bands. The Dorseys and Glenn Miller. Her verbation on syncopation Surely is a killer. The next to speak was Porter A wealthy looking gent. But sad and dreary his story His money was all spent. I was a rich man, once, he said, But now my gold is gone. I lost It all on Broadway With a play called Gentleman John. I bought myself a theater And presented there this play. It should have been a great success For it starred Drusilla J. But fate decided otherwise And bad luck came at once. Drusilla got a bigger chance And joined up with the Lunts. So there I was without a star And then to top all this. Our drummer, Milton Caplan, quit. That guy we sure did miss The orchestra then fell apart Our soloist next went. She was a Miss Virginia Blye, For stardom she was meant. The opening night was near at hand I had to get a clown. And so I picked up Idsie Crane, But Jackie turned me down. My public must come first, ' he said, And left for Hollywood. But Milton Bishop helped me out Which made things very good. Then Mai Kasupski came to sing. Joe Santos tried the drum. On opening night we all felt fine Not knowing what would come. Our ticket taker caught a cold. Miss Anna Mootas she. And had to stay at home that night, Oh woe, oh woe was me. The audience just walked right in And never paid a cent. We didn ' t realize what was up Until they all had went. Next morning in Ward Clifford came, A bill collector he. And ordered payment of my debts Of many and many a fee. I paid them all, and then I found My cash had quickly gone ' d. And so you see me here today A weary vagabond. Then Porter paused and dried his eyes It was a sad, sad sight Let ' s hear another story, he said That ' s cheerful, gay and bright. 21

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19 4 3 SEMAPHORE I cannot tell a story well But I will try a bit It ' s ' bout a rare and radiant jewel All sparkles, shines and gilt. Betty found it but grew sick Her nurse was Lib Lagarde. When she got well, she gave to Lib The stone for working hard. Anthony Goodman found this stone When exploring in Brazil The Mason sisters bought it then And hid it in a hill. Then Dotty Simonds bought it next, A business woman she And traded it with Henry Ford For his auto industry. Then they forgot just where it was Until it was too late For Lawrence Russell found it there, But it s not yours said fate. And that ' s the end of that great stone For Ford could hide it well. And it was never found again. Or so that ' s what they tell. For Lawrence tripped upon a rock The jewel fell from his hand. He couldn ' t find it afterwards For he didn ' t see it land. Spring was here throughout the land And Washington was now at hand, So stories ceased to be discussed. The pilgrims hurried to the hall And homage duly paid by all To that place that had been thrust In Washington, especially For the class of ' 43. 23