Taunton High School - Journal Yearbook (Taunton, MA)

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THE JOURNAL As she stops before The Greasy Spoon , to muster her forces with the aid of an onion sandwich, Elinor Sampson appears, clad in purple velvet overalls and chewing a wad of gum. With a dripping paint brush in her hand and a strip of futurist wall paper slung over her shoulder, she stubs an anxious toe in her haste to join the discussion. Out of a window above the Inn leans Myrtle De Long, the one and only female dentist in the country. By her side is a patient, Doris Erwin, with the pincers still hanging in her mouth. Zip! Bang! Through a cloud of clearing smoke gleam the lights of Paris. It is the Fourth of july, and the heavens glare with bursting sky-rockets. Within one of the cabarets, the merriment waxes eloquent. Two exponents of the Russian Ballet, Eula Hall and Richard Buckley, are going through staggering gyrations. As Roy Wilbur, a pompous waiter, with casual intent, tips a glass of water down the back of Louise Hern, a blase Bohemian, a massive figure intervenes. Calvin Staples. renowned prize fighter, comes to her rescue. But the attention of the diners turns to a lithe and airy dancer. Fannie Manning totters to the forefront. VVoe follows in her footsteps. A soaring rocket, swerving out of its course, carries her skyward, and she is seen no more. Across the crystal floats drifting sand. We are in Egypt. A pyramid looms before our eyes. At its base is Patrick Walsh furiously digging for the brother-in-law of King Tut-ankh-a-men. On the peak Mutt Beaman is comfortably balanced, thoughtfully squinting through a tele- scope at Edythe Newton pirouetting through the air in a balloon. In the distance a group of laborers are busily at work on the stupendous task of irrigating the Sahara Desert. Mary Houston is foreman of the gang, but at present she is industriously flirting with Gordon Parker who sits astride a swaying camel. A sudden paleness bleaches his countenance and in haste he begins to make his adieu, the camel staggers along almost tripping over a man crawling on hands and knees in the sand. We recognize with difficulty Bill Grigor, crouched over a dangling microscope, searching for specimens of the new Egyptian Cootie. But what is that strange object on the landscape? There in the midst of the desert's dreary waste stands a modern scenic railway. A car stops, and out of it step Eloise Morse and Reva Haskins, sole owners and passengers. They look supremely happy as they issue orders to the ticket agent, Doris Durgin, and step back to whirl off again. A party of tourists arrives riding ostriches. On the first bird is Sir Thomas Sylvander, monocle in eye, along with Lady Slipper, nee Edna Hogan, and her travelling companion, Avis Hathaway. As the party alights, Carl Weiler comes up sweeping the dirt off the desert. They all glance around to see a train of cars shooting up out of a hole in the ground. Carl Brady, with a pigtail down his back, has just arrived by his short 60

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THE JOURNAL that,-for the eerie strains of a violin Hit through the hall. It is Constance VVitherell and her famous ODE TO A R'ASBERRY. But now the hall fades before our eyes, and in the glow appears a small town depot. An excited crowd of people are apparently awaiting with great eagerness an incoming train, which Bears aloft mid streamers and rice, A banner with this strange device. Welcome J. Turner! As we are wondering at the meaning of this expectant gathering and glancing around for an explanation, our attention is drawn to a billboard on which is emblazoned TO-NITE Hear j. TURNER HOOD Lecture on THE BENEFITS OF A THERMOS BOTTLE HOUSE at the CLEOPATRA GRANGE By the side of this dashing script is the picture of a man whose thought- ful countenance is so smothered in the waves of a flowing beard that we scarcely recognize our old class adviser. Right this way, ladies and gentlemen! just out! The Lockhart- Stark Graham crackers. The marvel of the ages! Excellent teether for young children-is also an unsurpassed dog food. Step right up! Only ten cents!! The attention of the crowd is drawn in an instant to the lusty vender, none other than George Boardman, and to his aide-de- camp, Victor Bobet, who is selling the noteworthy crackers right and left. On a nearby hayrick, a wisp of straw dangling from his open mouth, sits Hubert Hawkins devouring this phenomenon with tense interest. Bang! Crash! In the grand rush Eleanor Foster, dignified Doctor of Zinco- graphy, has fallen into the cracker tub. At the other end of the town where peace and tranquillity usually reign, a hubbub arises. Helen Babbitt,president of the Deaf and Dumb Society , stalks down the street followed by her crew. In her hand she brandishes a Boston American, on the front of which is a picture of Dot Adams, arrested for feeding gun powder to the pigeons on Boston Common 59

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THE JOURNAL route from China. There are with him three passengers dressed in gaudy silks, all old schoolmates: Irene Willis, a returned missionary, Helen VVilbur, a specialist in Chinese manicuring, and Ada Van Vranken, in- structor in home-made Greek. Mountains of snow and ice replace the pyramids. On the edge of a glacier trips Muriel Needham, teaching aesthetic dancing to a group of polar bears, while Elsie Menice and Gloria Miller are playing hide-and- seek around an iceberg. Not far off in the Eskimo village, Eileen Deven- ey, Eleanor Owers, and Abby Sayer are bobbing the hair of some Eskimo ilappers. ln the doorway of the next hut Arthur Croacher and Charlie Avila sit smoking their pipes, talking about the day when Scup Master- son's steam yacht, The Herring Run was wrecked, stranding them on the lonely shore. Their conversation soon comes to an end, for with a splash Esther Fenton and Violet Banks in their ski-shod Marmon have knocked Frank McNelly into the ocean. The poor thing has been har- pooning minnows by the sad sea waves. After Milton Goldstein has hauled him out by the coat-tails, Frank is not much the worse for the ducking. The blare of a trumpet! A herald, Arthur Germond, on the top of a snowbank announces in loud tones the arrivalofthe Snowbound Frolicsf' The main feature , he proclaims, Hwill be the dance of the Merry Half Dozen, with impersonations by our artists, Eleanor Roberts as Irene Castle, Helen Maloney as Cleopatra, Mary Lynch as Evangeline, Delight Brown Mary Pickford, Edith Gollub as Romeo, accompanied by Lillian Willis as Juliet. A lazy atmosphere surrounds the globe. Beneath a gently waving palm tree lounges Billy Mason, gracefully eating bananas and watching Ethelyn Maker driving her pet crocodile over the sand. ln her train follow Gertrude McAloon and Frances Jones teaching three pickaninies to play on harmonicas, and Gertrude Lawlor and Gladys Sheppard cast- ing their newly-patented brand of chewing gum to the parrots. A party gathers on the beach headed by Marguerite Tracy and Bertha Teplow with their arms full of microscopes, megaphones, and telescopes. They board a boat, piloted by Collis VVhite, and are off to explore a newly dis- covered river, reported to be larger than the Amazon. ln the rear are Professor Raymond VVicher, the only man in the world who knows how to talk the monkey language, and Stuart Vllalker, laden with hair tonic for the natives. Alice Reid, the proprietor, rushes down from the hotel, waving their unpaid hotel bill. The party has gone, however. They are overtaken by a motor boat bearing Elizabeth Brady and Eliza- beth Patten, envoys from the Insane Hospital Ship. They are in search of Max VVhitters and Paul Goldstein, dangerous lunatics. But their quest is unrewarded. Great is the commotion aboard ship as Milton Levy jumps aboard barely escaping the jaws of a famished lion. 61