Taunton High School - Journal Yearbook (Taunton, MA)

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C-r V Q Munavis CLASS PROPHECY I RYI NG A. BROXYN I 'l'IiR I was graduated from the Taunton High School, I studied at Pecan Vniversity where I was graduated with the degree of N. II. T. and became a full-Hedged squirrel on the tree of know- ledge. But twenty years of hard labor was all I could endure. Crack! Crack!! Crack!!! This time it was my brain. My physician prescribed travel as a sure cure-all. In fact he insisted upon it if I desired perman- ent relief. And for months I looked to scenery and change of environ- ment for the elixir of health. But I knew that I did not improve. Children pointed at me, old men gazed at me and shook their heads. Without consulting my physician, I determined now to seek human companionship. I felt that this was my only remaining hope. Besides, I was down to my last nickel. So for safety I placed it in my mouth. Unfortunately a trio of ruffians composed of King, Mason, and Goldstein did me up. In consequence as I awakened from my state of innocuous desuetude, I discovered that I had swallowed the nickel. I leaned against the trolley post to support myself. Upon the approach of the car marked I-Ierringtown, I asked Motorman Cabral if I might ride for a nickel on the inside. Fabral with his accustomed graciousness admitted me. I climbed on and kept my ears open. Said Miss Austin to Miss Ballam, If you'd only move over, one more could sit down. Yes, spoke up Conlon, nosing into the conversation, if Cantoreggi would only get up, the whole carful could be seated. Conlon was looking for local color for his new novel, and Cant, the blacksmith, showed him several shades of blue. Meanwhile Clara Briggs, being tired of strap-hanging, inquired if any of them had homes, as she, 56

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CLASS WILL lf, of '21, without exception the best class that Taunton High has ever seen. being mentally, morally, and financially embar- assed, have nothing to leave to the second, the third, and the fourth-best classes but the following individual bequests:- I. Bro'wn:-My elongated extremities to jakey Berkover '22. A. Carr:-My excessive height to Young and Blake '22, to be shared equally. M. Cllild:--To Hazel Lapham '22, my ability to look interested in his- tory class so that I shall not be called on to recite. D. Crew:-My ability to make an acquaintance to C. W. '23 G. Ealon:-My standing room in the E. Taunton car to H. Campbell '24. S. Gardner:-To McNally, my crepe-de-chine basketball. I. Gol11'stein.'--To Mr. Walker, my goat which he angled for vainly for three years. B. Grant:-My amusing laugh to Miss W ---- , French class. H. Haskins:-To Ruth Ripley '23, my unsurpassed ability to secure the largest ice cream cone in the lunch room. D. King:-To the lone girl in the Physics III class, my sympathy. W. Mason:-To Brady '23, my scattered brains. A. Maslerson:-My sympathy to future history classes. M. Menice:-My important position as drum-corps director of 106 to L. Brassel '22. C. Miller:-To Dinty O'Day '22 my place in Mr. Quinn's affections. A. Perra:--AMy well-polished sergeant's stripes to Major Dunn '22, F. Quinlan:--My community powder-puff to any deserving junior girl. C. S ylvander:-To L. Gibson, my desk full of scrap paper in Room 101 that he so kindly left during study periods. L. lVitherell.'-To C. VV. '23, my Cum laude, in the hope that she will prefix a Magna 55

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THE JOURNAL having stood on her feet all day, was greatly fatigued. Heavens! exclaimed Miss McKenney, how foolish to stand on your own feet! Burke, the conductor, came up. Fare, said he. Yes, pretty good day. I began to cough. That's right, Menice, the doorman answered, Cough it up. just then the car stopped, and all eyes were turned to Roseltha Sherman, the belle of the town, who daddled down the aisle. My good man, she said, as we approached her stop, which end of the car shall I get out at? Either, the car stops at both ends, broke in Carroll the newsy. Wait 'til I get my clothes on! VVe all turned in wonder toward the door, and in walked Miss Fitz- gibbons with a basket of laundry. Change at the four corners, said Burke to Gladys Eaton, who carried a stenographer's satchel. I'll take my change now, she replied, and dont be so fresh. The conductor and motorman having conferred together, I threw myself out of their arms into the street. The ambulance coming to rest directly over my body, I was left by Burns, the driver, and Coe, the attend- ant, as a false alarm, for no one was to be found. However, Dill, the Aromata Cheese salesman, picked me up and carried me to Dr. Martin's hospital where, under the care of Martha Copeland and Helen Devereaux, combined with the administration of several bottles of Hutchins' Aqua Pura, I was turned out next day by the janitor, joe Tetlow. But my health was not restored. In front of the place, I asked Ripley, the hard beat cop, to direct me to the nearest drug store. Passing down the street, I saw Carr and Chandler in white-wing uniforms cleaning up everything possible. ln- side the drug store--one of the Woodward chain-I asked M. Caswell at the fountain for some of her nose rouge. She looked searchingly, and then whispered to her assistant, F. Bowman, who, in a furtive manner, handed me a glass of root beer. Dick! whispered Mil. Swallowing glass and all, I turned. Sure enough, not a tee but Dickerman the great engineer, who invented the square ball-bearing. Going out, I met Gagliardi. VVl1ere are you living now? Out in one of the superbs in the outshirtsf' 57