Walpole High School - Royal Topper Yearbook (Walpole, MA)

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CLASS PROPHECY After ten years, the entire class of '39, Walpole High School, is on the verge of breaking into the news of the day. Leon Ballou, publisher of the Glimpse, his unique magazine, has decided to devote an entire issue to the ac- complishment of a graduating class from a typical American High School. He has assigned his chief photographer Fred Layton, and reporter Ruth Kelly, the task of gathering the necessary pictures and information for the forthcoming issue. The door of their study is open, and as they work over a pile of material before them, let us listen as they discuss the results compiled from an interesting month of research. Well, we certainly have a mess of pictures here, and how our classmates have changed! I had an exciting time a couple of weeks ago at Giandomenico's Night Club. He gave me special permission to take snap-shots of some of our old gang. The Club remains under perfect control at all times, as Mildred Boyden is very handy as Chief Bouncer. I gave her a pleasant nod as I passed, for safety's sake. Georgette Haase was looking very pretty behind the hat check counter. From the adjoining room came strains of a classy dance band. Bob Wight, his sax, and his Whipperwills of Rhythm were swinging it out to the tune of one of Bud Schaeffer's newest song hits. Phyllis Herland sang the vocal to make it a perfect arrangement. Here's a shot of the orchestra. See Scammon up there in the front row with his trombone? Suddenly the lights dimmed and the spotlight was on Edith Merrill, who was strumming on her Hawaiian guitar when very unexpectedly Wanda Geigle went in to her latest dance novelty, the Dying Barracuda. But say, how have you been making out? Oh, I've taken quite a few pictures and interviewed a lot of our old classmates in the last month, and it certainly brings back a lot of fond memories of the swell times we had at good ol' Walpole High. Here's a photo of George Daniels, who is America's hope in the Olympics next year. I had a long talk with Chappie Boulter, concerning his latest scientific discovery. I ran into Charlie Boothby who is a reporter for the HDaily Times and who was rushing off on an important assignment. On my way over to Cherry Wronski's beauty salon, I met Evelyn Johnson, who is an air hostess. Mary McDonough and Marion Swenson, her first class hair dressers, made me look like a different woman. After I had my hair done in that new streamline fashion, I felt so well, I de- cided to take in a movie. Eddie Erker, manager of the Valencis Theatre said I could walk in anytime. It was a perfect show. Anne Sherrerd starred in her latest screen production, 'Sweet and Hot, and is rated a second Hedy Lamarr. Following the picture, there was a sparkling stage review. It opened with a bang! Dick Mellin dashed on, a twisting writhing mass, a wizard of speed, a literal human dynamo. He has tap-danced his way to fame before gasping audiences. In relief Hazel Hill fell asleep doing her slow rhythmic ballet. Arlene Miller gave her swing rendition of the Minuet in G and was followed by that snappy dance review, The Swingapatorsf' I spotted Evelyn Brennan, Cath- erine Hrenchuck, and Theresa Gelso, and got a picture of them in action. Finally that great comedy team, Wiggin and Denton left the audience bursting with laughter. It really was an amazing show. Now how about seeing some more of your pictures. l62l

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Phyllis Herland, charming, 'tis true For this trait, her name we drew. There are charming fellows, believe it or not. We've placed Paul Guttormsen right on the spot. For best personality we chose Frances Maguire. To get along with all-whose aim could be higher? Dave Bateson, too, has a grand personality. Of this esteem, no one's more worthy than he. Anne Hennessey, most helpful, no end. Always a willing hand she will lend. Louis Lorusso, the most helpful is he- When he can help, he does it with glee. Mary Dawson, most original, that's true And never lost for something to do. Longin Binkewicz, most original, we find. We hope good fortune to him will be kind. Anne Sherrerd is the most likely to succeed. We truly think she will, indeed. David Bateson, too, heads for success. Of this fact, we need not guess. The most courteous girl is Mary Dowd. Of this trait she may well be proud. For courteous boy, he always stands out. Paul Guttorrnsen is truly the gentleman scout. Best couple by choice, there's no doubt in a mind. From Freshmen to Seniors, with each other we find. No matter where,-together they go Frieda Balduf and Al Giandornenico Mary Maguire is our baby, alas! Wee and tiny-pride of our class John Pacuk, too, is a tiny, tiny boy. As one of us, he creates real joy. Anne Hennessey, best all-around, was named. For being just this, she will ever be famed. Dave Bateson, too, was chosen best all-around. A fmorei prince of a fellow could nowhere be oun . l61l Phyllis Herland and Anne Sherrerd drew a tie. Being most professional we'll remember them y. Arnold Davis is most professional by far. His name, someday, will be linked with a star. Our own Mary Dawson, most reliable, too. When a job's on hand, she always comes through. Dave Bateson is most reliable, no doubt. Facing the future, we know he'll win out. Frances Maguire for best disposition is noted. No wonder then, this superlative she was voted. Dick Harrison, too, was voted the best. His fine disposition will stand any test. Helen Meyer has the best excuses we all agree. That's why her name's written here you see. Longin Binkewicz is noted for this, too. His number of excuses are far from few. We agree Theresa Counter is very shy. She was voted most bashfulg we need never ask why. John Egan is very bashful, too. Of this trait, no doubt, you already knew. Frances Maguire has been chosen once more. Because she's true friendliness, right to the core. Now here's a boy we can't forget Dave Bateson's the friendliest we've ever met. Anne Hennessey, for our class, has done most. Of this choice, we are happy to boast. Bob Clark, too, the most has done. He worked for us, surpassed by none. Barbara Goodrich, they say, has the biggest drag. For this superlative she can raise her little flag. This, too, is said of President Clark. His name to this title, we ever will hark.

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One nightl threw a small party. It was quite an affair, for there was even royalty present, the esteemed Countess Rodowsky, Duchess Ravinsky and Lady Clerici. Nancy Schneider, lacking in title, but as a masseusse very handy in the pinches, was the life of the party, and Helen Ahearn, wife of a prominent playboy, added to the fun. Marion O'Brien dropped in for a few moments. She is doing some fine work as a social worker. Theresa Counter, the only woman undertaker hereabouts, added a touch of realism to a spirited game of Murder. Dot Smith told us how she was going to bust her latest law case wide open in the morning. I went out in the kitchen and discovered three old cronies gabbing away worse than a bunch of women. Bob Clark, a successful movie producer, Pete Yates, head of his private photograph studio, and Jack Flynn, the prominent banker, were in a heated discussion over the tactics used by President Thomas Dewey in the late war. Helen Brennan and Thelma Campagna, who run a day nursery, and Ed Flanagan, the Bee's second base- man, were interested spectators of the argument. Oh, I had a wonderful time at the Circus. I got some swell pictures, too. Take this one for instance. See those two blurs on the horizon? They're Jean Sheldon and Barbara Shufelt being shot out of a torpedo gun. That's photo- graphy for you! The show started with those two daredevil trapeze artists, Edith Pruell and Mary Maguire, better known as The Human Flies. Stella Kuporvicz attracted much attention when she unexpectedly fell from her white charger as she was proudly riding around the ring bareback. Here's an interesting picture of Rubberneck Pechulis swallowing a sword. Look, he can even grin with a sword down his throat. I met Janice Wilkins, who is a candid camera fiend, and together we managed to get some good shots. We went into a side show and watched Florence Mussi slowly charm three large snakes. When we finally left I think I felt a little charmed myself. You said you were going to visit good ol' Walpole High, how did you make out? Fine. You know they have added to the old place. Bud MacLeod and Jack Timmins have been appointed coaches of all the sports of the school. Anne Hennessey has charge of the girls' athletics. Thelma Packard has her hands full, as she has taken over Miss Frye's place as teacher of English. I went up to see how Mr. Powers was making out. He certainly is a carefree person now with Foster Tucker as his chief laboratory assistant. Personally, I think they had both better take the policy of Watchful Waiting. I met Louis Lorusso on my way back from the school. He's promoter for the Garden and said that I shouldn't miss the bouts tonight. The Masked Bomber is fight- ing Killer McComb. His manager, Walter LaCivita, is confident that he will retain his title. There's a good slate tomorrow night too. Those speed-demons, Esther Gove and Lillian Guisti, are having another grudge race in their midget autos. They pretty nearly cracked each other up last time. Barbara Goodrich has called another one of her communist meetings at the Garden next Saturday night. She will give another one of her blood curdling speeches that has put her picture on the front door of every faithful communist in America. About two weeks ago I took a trip to Maine to visit Paul Guttormsen's health camp. He has quite a place. Here's a picture of some of his staff. That's Eddie Onion, the physical instructor on the left. John Lazarovitch, beside him is in charge of the various crafts. Ray Shirley on the right is Paul's right-hand man. Sidney l63l