Waltham High School - Mirror Yearbook (Waltham, MA)

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THE MIRROR 19 Giordano. Opposite her, at the southern extremity, was posted the ever-vigilant Charlotte Gannon. Get- ting full benefit of the eastern ex- posure was Alice DeCoste, chieftain- ess of the force. Under such pro- tection the land of the free and the home of the brave is safe from all harm. A pair of bookish-looking individ- uals, Margaret Maurer and Gladys Davis, had been slowly strolling about the hall all the evening, cir- cumnavigating it no less than ump- steen or bumpsteen times. They were deeply engrossed in the interest- ing, fascinating, exciting topic of whether banana oil was best when used as a liniment to massage the backs of books, or when used as a paste to make a reader stick to his subject. Alice Kennedy, who was, as well as were the above pair, a libra- rian, broke in and settled the ques- tion by stating that banana oil is most effective when heaved into the river and ordinary paste substituted instead. Harriet Cox was pestering the dancers by stopping the gyrating couples and asking them persuasive- ly if they wished to take out a few insurance policies. Long hours in aninsurance office had addled her head sadly. However, Harriet was the harmless type of lunatic, so she was permitted to mingle freely with her former classmates. And Nowell Goldberg! Poor Goldy, how he had deteriorated! By bits which I picked up here and there during the so newhat hectic evening, I learned that he was one of those beloved College Board Examiners- you know. His propagandun was that all questions begin- Express your opinion on the following :-- Tough on the correctors! ,cause an opinion's an opinion, say what you will. Hurray for Goldie! L nder one of the lights that illum- inated tae festive scene sat two-er- artists. Two be-s.nocked daubers, Jasan zlfleyer and Ruth Underhill sluatted before their easels doing their r-,orst-very worst-to depict the scene before them. They were liberaely smeared with paint, Susan's nose was a grassy shade of green, whi e R1th's proboscus had attained a pasty yel-ow hue. I know not whether Susan had, in some distract- ed moment, tried to scratch her head with her paint brush, but anyway, it certainly looked as though Susan's painting had gone to her head. A typical absent-minded professor was George Rosyhach. In his good right hand he carried a patched-up butterfly net, and in his left xx as an open book, which was held within two inches of the 'tip of his nose. This George was reading with ab- sorption, all the while wandering ai mess y about, bu.nping into dan- cers and spectators, absently mun- bling an excuse, and pro-nptly car- oming off towards another pair of dancers. Shades of Mr. Kimball! Another interesting example of how our classmates have deteriorat- ed: Two demure, severely-dressed young ladies were ambling arm-in- arn about the hall, talking in low undertones. Being interested, of course, I spirited myself after them, and perched me on the head of one of the pair, to listen in on their con- versation: 'L-and I says to the canni- bal chief, I says, says I- They were Missionaries! And saints above, below, and in between! The soul savers were Marjorie Hoskins and Dorothy Teele! I bet it's great fun being a cannibal. Now when the arrival of Ruth Kennedy made their duet a trio, I was not surprised. Ruth was cut out for a missionary. But when she com- menced a vigorous and well-executed

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is TUHE MIRROR left ear reposed one fountain pen, three pencils, and one eraser. I guessed that being Class Historian had gone to the lad's head, and that he had taken up history-writing as a profession. At the time he was en- gaged in writing a complete history of the thriving municipality of Au- burndale. Albert Spessozfti, as would be ex- pected, was a business man. His bald head, bandy legs, general corpu- lence and apparent opulence were not to be mistaken. Meet the foun- der of the Horne for Decrepit Ofhce Girls-the lad who can always be depended upon for a dinner, a lunch- eon, a show, a party, a dance-any- thing. Reliable Al! And Carolyn Gibbs! ought to keep this about Cal to my- self, but it's my duty to expose her. All you classmates know what hopes we had for her-a chorus girl, keeper of a night club, a cabaret dancer- but no, I'm sorry to say, Cal has surprised and even disappointed many of us. The young lady who was no longer so young sat sedately in one corner, quietly working an embroidery design on a pair of green silk Suspenders. 'Tis a hard cross for the Class to bear, but bear it we must. Amy Dunaler was the same way. She sat with Carolyn knitting a pair of woolen wristers for the gallant lads who are working so tirelessly and ceaselessly catching young pa- pooses in the distant frozen North. It's people like Amy that keep them working even in the face of constant danger and hardship. Everywhere one special outfit dom- inated: Brown leather helmets, jack- ets of the same material, riding breeches and leather puttes-the aviator's warm attire. Lindberghs were everywhere. The first I noticed was George Keane whose lifelong I really ambition had been realized. Francis Houston, John Thomas, PVilliam Milligan and Alalo Minotti-daunt- less bird-men, everyone. I noticed that the leather-clad eagles were the more popular with the-er-weaker sex. No wonder the air is getting so traf- fic-congested. Never mind, ladies, you can't walk back from an aeroplane ride. . Frea' Biehforaf wore the duster and absorbed air of a chemist. Under the careful coaching of an esteemed member of the faculty,-Fred had at- tained the high position of head chemist in the bean department in Heinz,s establishment. It is Fred who is responsible for the high grade beans we are nowpgetting. Marjorie Yezften and Irene Ulbham wore the costumes of princesses or queens or some other rank of nobil- ity-maybe duchesses or countesses. Both young ladies had married young and well, and were now happy living on their estates in By Gravia or Lapvia or some such foreign land. Another popular uniform, besides the Lindbergh one was the trim blue of the West Point cadet. Four of our classmates, Tony Caminiti, George LaRosee, Arthur Holmes, and Thomas Connerney, proudly strutted about, peacock fashion, as though asking those assembled to pause amid the revelry and admire their fine feathers. An everlasting honor to his class is each of the, val- iant chaps. As in all functions of this nature, policeipatronage, or, in this case, matronage, was customary. Two brawny damsels, tricked out in the darlingest of police uniforms-skirts, be-feathered, be-fruited, and be- flowered helmets, and button-up boots of the ankle-covering variety, super- vised festivities. In the north end of the hall, with arms akimbo and bright eyes roving, was Carmela

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1 ERNESTK VVRIQHT C!a,s!v' AfhZetiC!R.Egbre5entatiUe, 1928 RUDOLPH -SUNQUIST Class Auditor, 1928 .,- ,