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

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Hatch and James Meomartino, the famous baseball scouts, were looking the camp over. On my way back to Boston I dropped in at Lazy River, New Hamp- shire to see how Barbara Furguson is making out with her dramatic school. She's doing famously. Well, now it's your turn. What else did you do? This is a good one of the famous Professor Mahoney and his cohort, james Moylan. They are discussing their theory of relativity. I snapped this one at Arnold Davis' latest recital. He is touring the country as a concert pianist. Here is a group picture of Harold Mott, James Neault, and Felix Marchand, charter members of the Walpole Bachelors' Club. Barbara Small can attribute her success as an expert tax collector to her first hand experience at Walpole High. Mary Dowd is now an accomplished bookkeeperf' I felt tired the other night and so I decided to go over and spend a quiet evening at the Silvestri's. Virginia had fixed up a large batch of spaghetti and while we were eating, Eleanor Leger, the new Singing Lady of the radio, entertained all the little Silvestri's with her fascinating tales and songs. Then when Buck Allen and his Lone Rangers came on they all crowded around the loudspeaker. At eight-thirty Dick Heileman gave his advice to the lovelorn and at nine o'clock Fanny Maguire presented her News and Views of the re- cent destruction of Germany. Her guest artist was Dr. Binkiewicz, who ex- pounded his Philosophy of Life. What's that photo you're looking at? This is Dick Harrison standing in front of one of his roadside inns. Marion Swenor, Charlotte Scammon, and Freida Balduf, surrounding him, are hostesses of other establishments under his management. At last they have finished the new East Walpole Post Office. Look at this snap of Baldy Ceglar- ski, who is its first Postmaster. On his left is Nathan Guy who satisfies his desire for speed by running a fire engine. Would you believe that Eric Carlson and Helen Haggerty have formed an invincible partnership? Carlson would not be the successful business man he is today if it weren't for the undying efforts of his secretary, Miss Haggerty. I was heading over to the airport the other day in my little midget plane when I was forced down by john Egan, chief of the Aero Squad, for flying too low. I discovered that my altimeter was stuck but regardless, these little ships are a great improvement over the automobiles. When I arrived at the airport, I had quite a discussion with Pentti Skinner, who is field manager, and we watched Ed Sheehan pilot his transatlantic Clipper safely to the hangars. He had just arrived from Paris. Across the field I noticed George Streechon and Onnie Waltonen tuning up a speedy little racer. After my al- timeter was fixed I took a hop to the Peter Segel Hospital. I ran into Pete on the second fioor. He took one sympathetic look at me and before I could open my mouth to protest he had decided to operate immediately. Celia jurgelevich, his head nurse, came to my rescue and explained to him it was just my natural pasty look. In front of the hospital I took this picture of Joe Gingras, Hazel Gould, and Ernestine Sigmund, who are on the ambulance squad. On my way back to the hotel I met Ray Bock, who is a naval officer on leave of absence. When we arrived, Bob Brown, who has modernized the establishment of this publishing company, notified me that Gerald Burns was waiting for me in my room. Captain Burns of the Light Artillery and Bock discussed the relative importance of the Army and the Navy. After awhile the conversation drifted to some of our old acquaintances. I found out that Dot Eckert is a fioor walker l 641

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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

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at Filene's Basement, and that Shirley Alger is having great success with her dog kennels out West. Bock said he had an interesting talk with John Pacuk in New York just before he left on another expedition to the Arctic. If you ever go in town and want an especially good meal, just drop in at McKee's restaurant. The food is great and his hostess, Rosemary Frink, makes you feel right at home. I had dinner in there the other day with Dave Bateson. Dave has built himself up quite an Escort Bureau. He tells me that Barbara Ferden is in Reno again. That girl can't seem to make up her mind yet. Our our way out we stopped and talked with Dorothy Krill, the cashier, for a few moments. Dave also informed me that some of our classmates are doing a lot toward curbing the recent crime wave in the city. He says that gangsters' deadliest enemy is G-Man jack Urmston, and if you ever need any expert detective service, just go to the Meyer, Meyer, Meyer 81 Sons Incor- porated, agency. As I was passing through Walple the other day I picked up the Walpole Times. There's some interesting articles in it. I see where Mrs. Bertha Buckman Brown gave an elaborate banquet for Walpole's gift to the Senate, Mr. Frank Allen. Among those present were Bob Golding well-to-do trucking magnate, John Ravinsky, prominent politician, and Madame Crosman, who dazzled everyone with her latest gown from Paris. Here's an article that states Larry Doane has finally decided to put his secret complexion cream on the market. Well, with all this information and those pictures we surely ought to have a great issue. Ballou has obtained the services of Lyndon Welch and Lorraine Sadler to write it up for him. You know they've produced some won- derful books togetherg in fact best sellers are getting to be a habit with them. Mary Dawson will lend a hand also, as she has published many of her original poems. Mary Meomartino adds to the attraction of the tooth paste ads with her winning smile. Leon tells me that a great factor in the immediate success of the Glimpse is due to Joe LaCorti's unique cover designs. He says if it weren't for LaCorti-Rrring. I'll take it. Hello . . . what? yes . . . yes . . . OK. Thanks a lot. That was Chief Egan calling. The Farinacci sisters have cracked-up on the last leg of their round-the-world flight. Grab your camera and let's go! l65l