Swampscott High School - Sea Gull Yearbook (Swampscott, MA)

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Judy Whitehead, make-up artist. It brought back fond memories of old Frolic Daysf, With a stretch and yawn, two ghosts in nightcaps joined the group. They were Bunny O,Neill and Ronny Metz, who, being too pooped to do anything else, had spent their lives testing mattresses in Arthur Simons' factory. These mattresses, developed by Bill Nelson, an expert on slumber, were guar- anteed to put you to sleep anytime. That, explained Mr. Roy, pointing to a tall ghost wearing a silk top hat, is Billy Mees, well- known philanthropist, who made billions with his many chemical patents. He's talking over old times with architects Allen Des Rosiers and Mike Cap- pucio, designers of the fabulous Mees Clinic, The medical staff of this clinic included Dr. David Weinstein, noted surgeon, who cured many a funny bone with the able assistance of Barbara Cohen, who soothed his nerves with her tuneful tickling of the piano keysg Ruth Abrams, head medical tech- nologistg and nurses Joanne Andersen, Penny Ryan, and Dottie Scheffler. No wonder 99.9721 of the patients were men! Heading the office staff was receptionist Dot Morgen, who never tired of using the word hello.', She was ably assisted by secre- taries Priscilla Kunian, Marcia Sadler, Sandi Ler- ner, and Deanna Tattle, and switchboard operator Carol Kleinman. Putting their driving tactics to good use were Steve Caswell, Ronald Levine, Phil Kelly, Jim Bean, Dick Chapman, and Joe Francis, the clinic's crew of ambulance drivers. Blinded by a light streaming from room 105, the trio went to seek the source. It was none other than the crystal ball of Madame Byyvo, known to them as Jane Kraft, the famed fortune teller, I, once head prophet of the Class of 1956, foresaw that Estelle Fermon would be an old maid, and I, Madame Byyvo, was right! No matter how many hands she held or how many teeth she cleaned, her one man got away. I now see that more of my prophecies have come true: Harold Brody became a famous engineer and, unlike his namesake, built bridges instead of jumping off themg Judy White, that bouncy redhead, became the first woman law- yer to argue her cases before the Supreme Court - and she always won!g and Ruth Zaiger, serving as intepreter for the new nation of Kruxico, mar- ried its princef, The trio heard a new voice. Why, Mr, and Mrs. Roy, how are you all? My. it's awful cold up in these parts. This was Jean Davis who, after moving South, had married a wealthy plantation owner. Did you all hear 'bout the Kentucky Derby won by Brucie Boyf' owned by the Sandy Smith Stables? It was ridden by lil' ol' Jeannette D'Agnese, first woman jockey. Why landsakes alive, if it isn't the co-owners of station GUSH, George Urian and Shea Hood! I sure bet you've met up with plenty of our lil' ol' classmates? Why, sure, piped up Ann Hudson, spokesman for the two. We even had some working for us. Tony Bartow, our number one Public Relations man teamed up with Locky Spain, witty news commen- tator, to make our shows entertaining, Of course, I don't know where we would have been without the able assistance of Carl Lahue and Roy Maston, directors, and Robert London and Dick Letterman, engineersf' ' Just then a flash came over the stranger's wrist radio - 'fAttention!!! the following program is transcribed - a bit late perhaps, since it has been lost in our files for the past 60 years. The next voice you hear will be that of suave, smooth, and seductive Richard Olson! Good evening, ladies and gentlemen - and freshman fans. Welcome to an hour of 'Uncle Dickls Dizzy Disksf Our first record will be the 'Serenade to Whistler's Mother,' sung by Alan Harriman and accompanied by the whistle of Flat- foot Fran, the patrolman, alias Francis Delano. But first a word from our co-sponsors, Joyce and Co., owned by wealthy socialites Joyce Hotz, Joyce Karp, and Joyce Jackson, and Bill Faia's and John Marino's Driving School, with instructors Ann Sullivan and Ann Tibbits. Remember: lf you have a yen to knock down some trees And go through red lights whenever you please, Come down to see us. It's just a short trip. In a matter of days you'll have your pink slip. Now l'm sorry to say our time has come to an end, but donit touch that dial. Stay tuned for John,s Other Wife, starring Gail Broadbridge and John Marianof' tEd. note - We left his first wife in the Louvre!J Attracted by a pair of whirling sheets, they saw Penny Prichard and Joan Kenneally, former gym instructors, performing once again their Drill Team feats. Hobbling after them came John Bruce, stunt man, who more than once had had to pay a visit to the noted bone specialists, Michael Harmon and Vivian Margolis. Following a trail of water, the group came upon the oilskin-clad ghosts of fishermen Ronny Emery and Al Henson, who were being sketched by artist Carolyn Wyman. Suddenly they were interrupted by Mary Catanese, interpretive dancer, tripping by to inform them that the meeting was about to commence. 'fWho are they?,' asked the stranger, pointing to a group of ghosts heading toward the auditorium. Leading the group were Carol Chadis and Carol Chatis, who, having married twin brothers, con- tinued to confuse everyone with their names. Next came Susan Bixby, noted historian, who in her last book immortalized the name of Jody Blake, famed social worker, who did just as much for mankind as she did for the Class of 1956. That ghost in the new-style pastel sheet was Joan Kraft, buyer for the exclusive dress shop of Ann Marie Ruscitti and Judy Rafter. Also in the group were Bob Carlin, Olympic star, whose fine physical form had enabled him to live to the ripe old age of 107, and Debbie Arnold, past president of the P. T. A. of the pres- ent Swampscott High School, which all of her seven children attended. After all one hundred and forty-three of the class of 1956 had been seated, Mr. and Mrs. Roy and the stranger entered the hall, just as Corinne Ryan, former speech teacher, was ending her opening address. . . . and so you see our class is still the best. We have shown that the spirit of ,56 can never die! the context that We tried

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'ocket ship I picked up three hitch-hikers: Paul Iarfinkle, walking for a change, who was planning o open the moon's first auto agency tKenny Volk tad beat him to it. however, he was making billions vith his Cozy Canary Carsl , and Barbara Lees and Knne Graves, who were to be the first women nissionaries to the moon. Also along with us were ny two stewardesses, Claudia Pettis and Nancy iayward, my two mechanics, Tony Calderan and ohn Knowles, and my private secretary, Judy ipraguef' How was it up there, Ray? Really big! I bumped into Robert Sargent and flark Weinstein, world-renowned scientists, and lso the famous photographic team of Bromberg, ioldberg, and Dinerman, covering the assignment Life Takes A Trip To The Moonf Just then Judy 'arks, Powers model, slinked by - and Ray was 'ff affain. 93 D Hearing the strains of the song gil Get Those Big llues,', written by composer Merry Sager and 'made popular by vocalist Kay Vousboukis in her '.V. debut on Jim liothwc-ll's Crumhs of the Iountyu tformerly Toast of the Townul show, fir. and Mrs. Boy led the stranger into Boom 204 nd introduced the musicians: Saul Winer. concert ianist, Steve Talcove, former trumpet player - ow Cabrim-l's assistant, and Leonie liyan and Joan -kinner. former members of Bradford Craig's All- lirl Orchestra, the four of them were accompany- ig two other ghosts cutting it up on the stage. 'hese were Pete Sesen and Carol Santry. dancing istructors, whose familiar slogan had made them amons: Don't go to a dance And look like an elephant. Take lessons from us - Learn to be elegant! From here they wandered into the Art lioom, hieh was lu-ing haunted by the ghosts of Sally luse. Judy Dow. Paulette Dionne. and Betty An- rews. all accomplished artists during their life- mes. Lcating. they humped into another artist, ichard Rousseau. whose portrait of model Patlla lies fwhich he calls Paula Nisanj hangs in the ouvre. D llit from behind hy a gigantic spitball, Mr. Roy pun around. Whom should he see hut Laurie Cob- ett, acc Celtic star, and Joey Massidda, yo-yo lcoon, still clowning around? Hey, Cobbett, you ever did give me that interviewf, shouted Bob -lack. running to join the group. Bob, star reporter Jr editor Ben Cttay, had acquired nation-wide lme for his many interviews with famous people. .mong them were actress Sandra Sher. whose teen- ge dream to he a second Marilyn MUN-roe came 'ue, famous fashion designer Phoebe Werner, who reated the complete personal wardrobe of Maryann lylott. Best Dressed Woman of the Year 1990,', :ientist Jolm Pearlman. who invented robot teach- rs so designed that pupils could always get in the lst word, Jack Zeller, ambassador to Russia, who azzled the world with his historical oration, and, mst but not least, Dave Shactman and Dick Massey, tmed hockey stars of the Boston Bruins, owned t we knew' Prophets, left to right: Jane Kraft. head seer, Ruth Zaiger. Tish Rafferty, Jean Davis, Estelle Fermon. by sports enthusiast Mark Rodman, As they were walking downstairs, they noticed a discarded copy of the Ladies Home Journali' in a corner. Turning to the table of contents. Mrs. Boy recognized these names: Tish Rafferty, editor, Linda Baur, author of the feature article on travel, with photographs by Joel Englander, and Sheila Douglas and Jane Goodwin. co-editors of the Home- makeris section. Scanning the pages she noticed, in a shampoo ad for beautiful hair, Joan Darling - still with a ponytail. Flipping more pages. Mrs. Roy pointed out to the others a two-page ad for prod- ucts by the Gosh Pharmaceutical Co., owned by Dave Goshko and Sons. Featured in the ad were the following: Marshall Harmon. advertising Shav- ing Cream to rid you of that Black Beardv, Rae Dinner, beaming her smile into the hearts of mil- lions QGosh, what tooth paste can doll , and Nancy Eisenwinter, accentuating her satin-smooth com- plexion with '5Father Fletcher's Beauty Cream. When in the course of human events -- That must be Tom Flanagan. still quoting the Constitutionf, said Mr. Roy, spying two ghosts in the midst of a heated argument. The Thomas Flanagan, ex-senator from Massachusetts? asked the stranger. '4None other! That other ghost is Robert Hurley, ex-Secretary of Agriculture, famed for his Alfalfa Conservation Program. Lending moral support were their respective secretaries, Joanne Backman, Patricia Goguen, Mary Ann Clay, Carol Ann Brett, and Helen Faia. With a swish of a sheet and a graceful pirouette, Jackie Rines greeted the trio. Oh, exclaimed Mrs. Roy, on our trip to New York we caught your performance in Sleeping Beauty, backed by Larry Batchelder and Carol Larson. Yes, I enjoyed that show for many reasons, said Jackie. 'Working backstage were David Dia- mond, stage manager, Maynard Loring. lighting director, Jim Chandler and David Cowell, prop committee, Kay Chadwell, costume designer, and Continued on page 56

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Last Will and Testament of the Class of 1956 We the Class of 1956, being fairly crowded in our little red schoolhouse on the hill, do realize that our days here are numbered. So, because of existing conditions beyond our control, we humbly make our first, last and only will and testament. We bequeath: l. To Mr. Forrest. the wish for one more school with expanding walls. 2. To Mr. Dunn. our sincere tribute for his un- equalled school spirit and for contributing the most to our school. 3. To Mr. McLaughlin, new and tidy girls' locker wells, with special compartments for wet and muddy boots. 4. And to the underclassmen fai one-way traffic on the stairs, fbi classes in the auditorium and cafeteria: fel two teachers for each homeroom, fdl lockers that don't lock, just jam, fel double assemblies, and ffj one spacious parking lot. Further: Anne Graves and Barbara Lees leave the wee small hours of the morning, for making the bulletin, to the night owls of the Junior Class. Kay Chadwell leaves her stage measles to Bobby Cavallaro. as a convincing excuse for being absent. Ann Tibbetts leaves her volume to Rosemary.,' Ann Sullivan leaves all her original jokes to Freddy Johnson, with this bequest goes one dozen corn poppers. Ronny Emery leaves the S.Y.C. to Paul Farnum. Joe Francis leaves 16 tons of wooden shoes to Mr. Earle. Dick Chapman will leave his hiding place as soon as Leap Year is over. Ruth Zaiger leaves all the answers to anyone who doesn't know them. Carol Klcinman leaves her collection of sweaters to be unraveled and used again in the knitting of afghans by the lied Cross Representatives. Franny Delano leaves his helping hand to Strike it Rich. Deanna Tattle leaves with a broken arm from patting herself on the back as the only girl under seventeen to graduate. Nancy Haywood leaves a sheet of Classical music to the Clee Club. Rae Dinner had better leave. because her sister is wear- ing all her clothes. And because of the departure of the Kraft twins. the underclassmen will no longer be seeing double. If they confuse you, bro- ther, you need glasses! Bob Sargent. Richard Rousseau, Michael Cap- pu'cio, and Richie Letterman, those woman-hating boys, leave a string with the thought of never tying the knot. Al Hensen leaves for Africa to hunt big game. Carl Lahue leaves the horn that blew at the Frolics to Gabriel. Helen Faia leaves a megaphone to, the Frosh, so that they can be heard. Ronnie Levine leaves his diploma to be hung in the corridor outside the trophy case, as encourage- ment to students who doubt the possibility of ever receiving one. Claudia Pettis leaves her sponta- neous parties to Janet Saltz. Bob London leaves his ability to make a ham out of himself to Mrs. Boston. Kenny Volk leaves his little brother Doug for the amusement of next year's cheerleaders. Dave Shactman takes his banana tree with him, because he'll go ape without it. Jzkl not win, Willers, left to right: Barbara Cohen, Joe Massidda. Dave Goshko. Nancy Eisenwinter, Maryann Mylott, boss bequester. Saul Winer bequeaths to Chucky Lynch his candelabra, smile and mother. Jimmy Chandler leaves his bottle of water from the Fountain of Youth to Butch Pevear. David Weinstein leaves his wisecracks to Mr. McLaughlin. Ruth Abrams bequeaths to the Legere twins the brick that she used to keep herself from growing taller. Tony Bartow, Stanley Bromberg, Joan Skinner and Steve Talcove, those distinguished seniors with the inflammable hair, leave their fire extinguishers to Barbie Butterworth. Joanne Andersen leaves her laughing gas to Earl Bean. Dotty Schefller leaves a book of directions on How to Cheer to Barbie Ceagan. Jack Zeller leaves his flower pots to Miss Lambert. Judy White leaves her off-sides called on Sandy to Mrs. McLearn, hoping sheill keep it a secret. Ray Comeau leaves S.H.S. without a Don Juan. Corinne Ryan leaves Mr. Henshaw still wondering how she hit double figures on those English tests. Tom Flanagan leaves with rounds of applause and shouts of congratulation. Betty Andrews bequeaths to Wendy Shaw the apple her diet allows her for lunch. All the Seniors leave their birthdays to, you guessed it, Gump Gormley. Bradford Craig leaves some cashmere powder, which he used for his tomato-red blush, to Ralph Francis. Judy Sprague leaves Ruth Leonard to carry on alone those famous surprise parties. Sandy Smith leaves her middle name to the Na- tional Honor Society. John Bruce bestows on Bones Mansfield some of his crutches and splints. John Mariano leaves for Paradise froad of coursel . Shea Hood leaves his binary compounds to Rich- ard Hutchinson. Priscilla Kunian bequeaths her taxi service to some good-hearted underclassman. Judy Parks leaves her Mickey Mouse hat to Minnie Continued on page 58