Waltham High School - Mirror Yearbook (Waltham, MA)

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14 p THE MIRROR rus girls, which the trio undoubted- ly were. Three twenty-eighters, Paul TVinterlzalter, IValter Arnold, and Harold Leoison, altho' being nabobs of the highest order, followed the Lincoln trio about with hopeful dog- gedness. It's strange how badly some people want to spend money up- holstering the interiors of poor, un- dernourished ladies of the chorus. Allan Robertson was there, of course. The most prominent fea- tures of Allan's get up were: first, a huge, all-enveloping garrison belt, and, second, numerous horseshoe- shaped bruises. The Army, especial- ly the Cavalry branch, has ruined many more good men too. Norman Slaytorfs all-enveloping checkered kitchen apron was easily the brightest oasis in a desert of col- or. Besides the apron, Norm wore a patient hang-dog expression and a half-grown fuzzy mustache, in its earliest stages of growth. Leaning heavily upon this gentleman's good right arm was Louise Carney Slay- ton, which was as it should be. The fact that Louise bore a triumphant smile and a ready-to-wield rolling Din-well, that was not as it should be. However, I can imagine that the Slayton family is one of these ideal unions wherein both parties have really lived happily ever after. A long life and very few grocery bills to 'emi As a companion to Lloyd's monkey wrench outfit appeared a Stilson wrench regalia, amply filled with James Gannon, Waltham's premier plumber. If Jimmy forgets his tools as he used to forget his books-Y Esther Kyle and Eileen Haralyrnan really shouldn't have worn their cos- tumes at all-I mean they should have worn something else. Their costumes were dead give-aways. A cardboard bottle, large enough to cover the person from neck to knee- permitting, of course, an occasional turning of the head and unhampered genuflection-marked on the label with the skull and crossbones and a few x's. But really, I know some very respectable, home-loving, fam- ily-raising bootleggers and bootleg- geresses, and you couldn't ask for better people. Pauline Jolznson was there too. I imagine her profession was difficult to portray by the average costumer, so she just wore her mane long and mildly flowing, as is the style of all aspiring musicians. Deep circles un- der Pauline's eyes testified to the as- siduity with which she plied her trade. She'll be a violinist yetg wait and see. The hot-dog concession had been secured by Henry Zelinetsky, the Hot Dog King of America, who knows all about matters concerning edibles, if not digestibles. King Henry was do- ing a flourishing business, as the mustard streaks on the chins and whiskers of numerous classmates testified. ' His Lordship's wares tempted Er- nest W'right, who was dressed as a nationally-nay-internationally fa- mous knight of the rod and rail would be dressed. Ernie, as usual, was canvassing among his class- mates, bumming-I mean soliciting- dimes with which to purchase His Royal Highness's roll-frankfurt- and mustard combination. Jack Libby was attired as in em- inently successful pianist, organist, and socialist should be-4a scarlet cape, French beret, long, uncut hair, and passionate eyes fyou girls know the kindl. Yessir, Jack cut quite a figure. He played the organ in the Old something-or-other-in Boston. lVIy attention was attracted to the ornately decorated figure of a youth who appeared to the naked eye as having attained, and celebrated, say,

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THE MIRROR 13 It was while visiting some of our old fiends-friends, I mean-the faculty, that I first heard of the Re- union Dance for the Class of 1928. I overheard Mildred Sibley, newly installed professoress of the King's English, telling Stuart Dexter Qwho by the Way, expects to graduate al- most any year nowj that practically the entire Class of 1928 expected to attend. One of the features of the function, Mildred told Stuart, 'was that all the classmates would appear clothed in the habiliments of their professions. For instance,ia painter would wear his paint clothes, a work- man his workclothes, an undertaker his under-and so on. Being aloyal classmate, even tho' not concrete or material, I resolved to attend the function. i Dk bk P24 Ski The evening of the Reunion was warm and moonlit-just such an evening as we enjoyed at the last Senior Dance. Nuttings-Qstillj-on- the-Charles-River-Bank scintillated with diamond-like splendor from the light of a myriad borrowed Chinese lanterns. The syncofpatant, tantaliz- ing strains ofrso-called music pro- duced by Wesley Lanrinfs Super- Special Six Orchestra. CPianist- Ronald Burkes, cornet --Nathan Kaplan, clarinet-Edwin Pratt, sax and flute-Ellery Clark,.harmonica- fan! Noonan, and drums-Pat Ryan. I pluralize drums because Pat',, forgetting the dynamo in- cased in his hawser-like bicepts ruins on the average, six drums per nightj. This group of symphonians is famed from Mattapan to South Boston- inclusively. They owe a lot to Patls enthusiastic drumming. As I say, Wesley's orchestra was there to do its noblest or expire try- ing. Lanterns illuminated the elab- orately-bedecked hall. All was per- fect. But who wants to dance with a ghost? The affair was gayly gala. The weirdest of costumes mingled and blended, hesitatingly at first, and then with added assurance, with the ministerial robes of the pulpit, with barristers' conservative greys, and with the radical hues of the dandy. As I have remarked elsewhere, everyone appeared in the dress of his chosen vocation. Painters wore their paint clothes, workmen their work clothes, and so on. But even so, I firmly believe that Paul Wentwortli was carrying the thing too far when he appeared clad in a suit of pink and green striped B. V. D's. Forgetting that my corporial con- struction would not permit it, I asked Marion Evans, who was tastefully attired in a billowing pair of gym bloomers-and a middy, of course- for the first dance. In reply to my soundless petition, !Marion rudely walked through me, into the arms of a hoe-common garden variety. The hoe was Frederick Butler, and that was Fredls way of informing his classmates that the breeding, raising, and propagation of yellow horse-shoe violets was his life work. I was a bit surprised, and, I con- fess, a bit more frightened, when 7 beheld a weird-looking monkey wrench with appendages-namely, one head, two arms, and a pair of pedal extremities-dashing madly about over the floor. Knowing Lloyd Cail'.r' failing as I' do, however, I realized that the harmless lad only intended to tell his fellow mates that the adjustment of faulty Chevrolet Carburetors filled his faznily coffers.. The three Lincolnites--need. I name them ?-Eva Johanson, Mary Maeffsfeill, and Caroline Seeekts, wore principally a look that was lean. hungry, and expectant, that look, you know, that is so common among cho-

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THE MIRROR HORACE TAPPLY Class Prophet, 1928