Templeton High School - Class Book Yearbook (Baldwinville, MA)

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CLASS PROPHECY Prepare for landing! Fasten your safety beltsli' Aileen Fletcher said to the pas- sengers as Pilot Richard Huhtala brought the transoceanic space ship into the airport at Baldwinville. I knew that I had been in good hands with a pilot and stewardess such as these two. As we circled the field I saw that the town of Baldwinville had grown. Mayor Anthony LeClerc had certainly brought about tremendous improvements in the short space of fifteen years. Pilot Huhtala had allowed me to sit in the co-pilot's seat, and over the radio I could hear a familiar voice bringing us in for the landing. I asked Dick about it, and sure enough, it was Dorothy Beane. Being an AP correspondent had taken me out of touch with my old school mates, and I was happily surprised to meet so many at the end of my trip. I had met Rodney Bourn, now a foreign envoy, in Brus- sels, and he told me that a reunion of the class of '48 was planned and was going to be held in good old Baldwinville on June 15, 1963. I was looking forward to meeting that renowned class. I wired headquarters the data I had collected from that last trip to Brazil where Carl Richardson's nut plantation was located. He was successful in carrying on the vocation he started in high school. At that time Ado Tenaglia was touring South America with his band. Since Ado started out everyone had forgotten Vaughn Monroe. Clarence Lawrence was Ado's star singer and the ballerinas were swooning for him now. Nothing was going to go wrong at this great gathering of classmates -- nothing could go wrong -- our class advisor Miss Guenther had planned it all. I wanted to go to City Hall and see Mayor LeClerc but on the way over a huge Rolls Royce drove up beside me and Willard Bavineau waved me in. It semed he had guessed who the run- ning man was and now lived in a state of splendor, surrounded by money. He drove me to the City Hall and we found Mayor LeClerc running around in a state of confusion. He had never had the President of the United States visit Baldwinville so he was quite nervous. It seemed that Ila Sundin had liked Washington so much that she stayed there and soon ran for the Presidency and had won. The first woman President had to be from the class of '48. We calmed Anthony down and took him with us. It was still early in the afternoon so we went to see the gigantic baseball stadium. It was called The house that Joe Geyster built. A game was going on but we had the misfortune to see Joe in one of his poor days. He only hit two home runs. He stole home once but promised to give it back if they paid him more next season. His team won. It seems Joeis still quite a star. After the game we all trooped over to Stanley Zalewski's Elite Club for supper. Stanley told us that the reunion was going to be held at the Narragansett Hotel now owned and operated by Evelyn McGowan. It was still the largest building in town and was rapidly becoming one of the places to be seen in. Evelyn closed the doors to all except to members of the '48 class and soon our former class members began to saun- ter in. They came in all sorts of vehicles from jet propelled planes to submarines. Paul Adams came in the same car in which he had formerly come to high school. Alan Evans had been able to make the trip even though he had just been in Chicago defending his title for the 44th time. Nobody could touch him, and none of his fights lasted more than one round. Everyone was admiring Alan's physique when suddenly a person walked in and all eyes turned to her. She bore up under the ordeal and with that cute smile of hers, said I-Iellof, You've guessed it. Certainly it was that great television star, Cather- ine Mahoney. With so many old friends around, even her beauty could not hold us for 23

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our own country is ear-marked for either enslavement or forced co-operation. If this is doubted, look at some of our citizens and their philosophy. These representatives are sent here as delegates of the Union of the Socialist Soviet Republic, imbued with the communistic philsophy and they are only too ready to find willing Americans to sell the American people down the long, winding, blood red river. Individuals, still trying to sell human beings for thirty pieces of silver and a little insecure fame and notoriety. The question now naturally arises, what can we do about such a situation? How can we contribute to a greater and better democracy? Ladies and gentlemen, we can all contribute to insure a better world, a free world, a free security by living democracy, by respecting the God-given rights of every individual. Today we hear on all sides of us talk about rights, right of this, right of that, but how many of us realize that our rights in democracy entail just as many obligations. For each right there is also an obligation. This is democracy. I repeat, for every right we have an obligation. But how many of us think of our obligations? Obligations to ourselves, to our neighbors, to our town, to our country, to all society? As an example of this obligation, implied in the term de- mocracy, each one of us is obligated, from the very fact that we live in a democracy, to become better educated and to educate all people in order that we may develop to our fullest intellectual and physical possibilities so that our lives, our whole being may con- tribute to the betterment of society. This is an obligation imposed on each one of us, from the youngest first grader to the eldest person. The better educated we become the better will be the home, the better the nation, the better, society. We will have a better understanding of ourselves, of our neighbors, and of other people. We will recognize that they have rights, just as well as we, that they are not to become slaves of a few, that they are not to be exploited for the profit of a few materialists. Midas will not be our God. Until such things are changed, until we live our beliefs, then we shall continue to struggle along in the darkness, hunting for peace and freedom that is a natural endow- ment of each one of us. Fellow Graduates: This week marks our completion of four years at Templeton High School. For us these were happy years. As we suffered through our formal education, the time may have seemed long and unending. But as we look back the time now seems short. We realize that there were many things that we should have done, but we didn't. Let us profit from our omissions. We are now ready to take up our various vocations, some of us to college, some of us to business schools, and some of us to industrial life. Let us profit from the philosophy and democratic principles which have been taught to us within these hallowed portals. These teachings are the foundations for real democratic living. Let us not let them remain stagnant. Democracy must be lived. We are thankful to our parents, to our teachers and to our town for giving us the opportunity to obtain an education in the American way. We are now ready to go forth into adult life, equipped with the fundamentals for participation in a democratic, dynamic, changing civilization. ADO TENAGLIA 22

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long. Suddenly, accordian music drew our attention to the stage and there was Alfred Agnelli playing. Everyone's feet started tapping. Alfred's music made one want to dance. Music was his chosen career, and he had toured Europe and all points east giving exhibitions of his talent. Cecilia Koziol at once went into her stage routine which she had made famous on Broadway, and with Alfred's music in the background, the act was out of this world. Suddenly the tramp of marching men brought our attention again to the door. In walked Cornelius Dora leading a company of men from the National Guard. I had forgotten it was Monday night. Cornelius told us that the only way he could get away was by taking the entire company along. He had been made a sergeant at last. The General had finally recognized his ability. At least that's what Connie said. Just then Rodney Bourn brought the group to order and roll call was called. There were many gaps in the list but the night was young, and quite a few had some distance to cover. The Brehio twins had to come from Alaska via dog teams. The traffic in the airlines from Alaska was so heavy lately that they chose the dogs. Vilma Basso arrived just as her name was called and her escorts practically filled one corner of the hall. She's much happier since she divorced Carl Richardson. Vilma later told me that Claire Conners sang in the same company with her at the Metropolitan Opera House. Talent Scout Agnelli had assisted these two Cinderellas to reach fame and fortune after their initial start on a small stage in East Templeton. Martha Welsh rushed in for a short visit between programs, for her work as disc jockey and announcer on WHOB kept her mighty busy these days. In her spare time she broadcasts baseball games from the Geyster Stadium. A report from the Weather Bureau came in at this time that assured good flying conditions for the next twelve hours. Blanche Dennis as weather arranger of Baldwinville said she would hold rain and fog off despite requests from Mr. Curtis for rain for the crop situation. As part of the program later in the evening we watched a dramatic sketch via television from Hollywood where our classmate Leo Dennis had become one of the lead- ing men in screen work. Once a year now Otter River has a Leo Dennis Day. At noon the fire whistles blow and then all turn their heads west and bow for five minutes. A submarine equipped for land travel arrived at the door and Marilyn Quinlisk was announced. She had become tired of having the Navy take all the eligible men so she had started a Navy of her own. All the sailors joined up and now she has gobs and gobs of gobs. By now there were so many types of vehicles in the parking lot that it looked like the zoo for the nightmares of transportation manufacturers. Paul Adams' little faith- ful go-about looked forlorn and stood out like a sore thumb. By the way, Paul had taken up the life of a hermit, for having tired of the eternal female he found this the only way to peace and solitude. This was his first public appearance in ten years, and his beard was so long he kept tripping on it. While he was still tripping, Mary Borey came galloping in on her horse. She had become a jockey and had already booted home three thousand winners and had won the Kentucky Derby ten times, and was now in the hall of fame for having been the ninth in the field of seven. During the roll call a pleasant voice answered Here when the name of Theresa LeClerc was called. We learned that she had become a distinguished novelist and her latest book Forever had been banned in East Templeton and so became the best seller within two weeks. On the roll call we next heard Marjory Miller's name and a boom- ing voice came from a two hundred fifty pounder. Our slim little friend of T. H. S. days had emerged and now had become the world's heavy weight champion woman wrestler. In her fights she had absolutely no mercy for her opponents, and in last week's fight had thrown another fighter so far that the ad in the Gardner News Lost 24