Waltham High School - Mirror Yearbook (Waltham, MA)

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, 4'fi-1-:kea.xse::..:-.-, -, ., HARRY SMART Class Treasurer 1927

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20 mn, lj T,H,E. -JY!,lll13-.9-R -I After this, there were a few minor acts and accidents, before the show was brought to a close by the usual Wild West Show. Hoping to see more of my school-day chums, I stayed. I was rewarded in finding among the cowgirls, Dot Kohl, Joe Huntley and Alina Wilson. They were living now on a ranch together out West, where men are men and women are anything but, and had come East just especially for this rodeo in the Class Cut-Up. Then came a herd of cowboys, including Aloysins Edmunds, Carlo Cainpisi and Bob Nye. Surprising what rough- necks these boys had turned out to be. It appeared that these cowboys were genuine importations from camp and canned beans, too. They had the usual round-up, with false cartridges and a terrible racket and then galloped far off across the billowing plains. Their act was followed by a specia.lty, called Leo, the Lion Tamer. She had come on, leading her trained beasts' and had put them through their various stunts before I recognized in this tall, fierce-looking woman, Eleanor- Leo -Howe. How appropriate! With her bow, the show was finished. The crowd de- parted to make a final round of the place before departing dinner-ward. As I got to the exit, whom should I bump into but Helen Thornbargh and Morris Nnssinon. Thornie unblushingly admitted that she had made free use of her father 's trade and that Nussy washer fourth and latest voya.ge on the marital sea. Helen told me they were very pros- perous, Morris having made quite a fortune on-well-er-hair tonic, which somehow didn't sell so well to barbersi From Thornie I learned that Helen Glasgow, her schoolday pal, was now the Miss Sewall of Waltham High, but had never married for fear that whom- ever she chose, would make no difference-they would all always seem like dninbells to her. I All the time this conversation had been going on, we had been moving toward the exit and finally passed through it. I found myself once more nea.r the baseball field. All sorts of contests were being carriedeon here now. A closely matched three-legged race was being contested between Eunice Smart, Doris Mooney and Inez Rhodes fthe red headsj, and Betty Glycart, Blanche Herschojf and Doris Dollioer fthe black headsb. The reds won, being such a hot trio, anyway. The next contest was an egg race. Among the eggs I noticed Betty Wroe, Helen Kanipe and Thelma Johnson. The judge, Warren Stoner, told me that Thelma was doing fine at grand opera, Helen at the Baby Grand, and Betty at grand babies. I just stayed here long enough to see Betty win with flying colors, and then went on to a booth which I hadn't visited on my first round. A large canvas, portraying a deep sea scene with fishy-looking mermaids floating about in it, was hung above the entrance. I was eager to learn what the booth might contain. When I entered, I learned the place was given over to a fancy diving exhibi- tion. King Neptune and his daughters were about to give their final

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90 'T' 1... m in -,Ama ,lm---EVANA-F-A WN 1 M I R R O R Y W showing. I recognized the tall, blonde fellow in the fish-scale costume as Freddy Hicks, the aquatic star of the class, and his four beautiful sea- maidens were Lois Smith, always fond of the water and what it held, Marjorie Shakespeare, Mary Sheehan and Loiiha Campbell. I learned that the four fair females, plus Fredddy, were now all life-savers in that famous bathing resort, Forest Grove, and had only yesterday, With their combined forces rescued from a watery grave, Teddy Campbell and Phyllis Claypole, who had been out canoeing together. The crew had had a diflicult time, for the pair had been determined to die the deaths of martyrs. Vtlell, the crowd did some ine fancy diving into a huge pool and came up looking more like drowned rats each time till finally they were thoroughly watersoaked. Then King Neptune and his sorry-looking sirens finally departed and the show was over. It was now six-thirty and most of the crowd had disappeared home- ward. At this momment, Charley Smith clambered up on a platform before one of the booths and announced that all those who were not mem- bers of the class would kindly leave the grounds.. without delay, but any who could prove themselves members of our illustrious band were to go to the Big Tent, where a banquet would be served to us by Martin Con- nerney, caterer. There was a mad rush for the tent on the part of all the '27 'ers, but we were not permitted to enter till we were all paired off for the grand march. Charley, leading his wife, J osephiiie Gibbs, was the first in line, but I was a close second with Betty Pollay as my partner, who told me of her marriage to her old schoolday idol, Boots Cofiitafht, while we were marching. Boots was a famous aviator now and couldn't come to the Held day because he was in the throes of a non.- sQop flight from East lioston to Somerville, and couldn't even get there in time for eats. To my delight, I found I was to sit at the center table with the committee- CI wonder if Charley was still giving the crowd a laughlh, whence I could easily see the stage and the other two long tables. ' At the table on my left sat all the participants in the various ex- hibitions, and the table on my right was talzcn up by the other members of the class. In the first two places at the latter, I noticed a hungry- looking pair whom I had seen somewhere before. I asked who they might be and was told that they were the model couple of the class, Irene Stebrier and little Spuds Murphy. They had been living for eight years now with Irene's mother and had had not yet a single quarrel. At this moment the band struck up a lively piece and out onto the stage tripped Dorothy Kellias, famous throughout the country for her dancing and her male partner, Vlfilliam Welch. They executed a fine little acrobatic number. Thunderous applause greeted their exit. ln the meantime, l took a second glance around, I noticed a man who