Waltham High School - Mirror Yearbook (Waltham, MA)

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T H E M I R R 0 R 15 th-e capable direction of the one and only Nicholas Cannis- traro. Under his leadership the band furnished music that was real and vividg so real you couldn't sleep. Some of the players filling the air with noise were familiar to me. Robert McKenna, Philip Clarke, Barton Eldridge, and Charley Carney were all trying their best to burst the audience's ear-drums. There was music in the air. I know you would all be glad to hear about the mem- bers of the faculty in the new school. I was intensely in- terested. Faces that bespoke intelligence. Speech that was cul- tured and refined. A faculty that would confer credit on any school. Some of them were known to me in the good old days as 66M3Pj,, Brown, Muriel Rippen, Evelyn Powers, Mary DeCoste and Elsie Haines. To think that they are content to remain single for the rest of their lives! Fate, you are a funny thing. There were many notables present that evening. Amongst them I noticed Donald Pelkey, a great figure in the Boy Scout movement and the founder of the now fa- mous Robbins' Park Troop. Let the trumpets blow for him. Don gave me a copy of the Evening Star , pub- lished by Thomas Murphy, which contained an account of the return of the famous explorer George LaPorte. He had just come back from studying some ancient ruins. He acquired his love for exploration from Ancient History, no doubt. Nelle Cummins, the charming wif-e of Alfred Freeman, who was owner of a snowshoe factory in Florida, rendered a beautiful vocal solo. composed by the honorable Colin Dale. The song was entitled I Gave Him a Thousand Dollars to be a Millionaire . The sale of this song had been tremendous. Over fifty copies had been sold.

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14 THE MIRROR The auditorium of the school was both beautiful and spacious. It was rapidly filling up as I walked in and took a seat. I had no sooner sat down than I jumped up with a gasp of surprise. Were my eyes deceiving me? I asked my neighbor who the pompous individual about to take the speakers' stand was. He informed me that it was SGSYLRII9, Krol, the principal of the high school. Will won- ders never cease? Across the aisle from me was a row of dignified women. Their looks bespoke their importance. I was told that they were delegates from the Society for Needy Cats . I noticed amongst their number a few former co- eds. Sitting in the row were Edith Clarkson, Irene Clark, Olive Grenier, and Eleanor Gough. Theirs is a worthy cause. A group of dancers were now furnishing entertain- ment. Going through dizzy actions upon the stage were Alden Mcllaskey, Beulah Long, Edith Hughes, and Henry Bowers. I was entranced by the beauty of the scene. The trance was broken by someone yelling, FireE Fire! Fire!', I turned to see the cause of all the commo- tion. Three or four- rows back was a huge cloud of smoke. When the smoke subsided a little, I recognized Paul Hal- leran smoking a huge cigar. This was put out by a fire extinguisher in the hands of Robert Ferrick, who was fireman in his spare time. Eagle Eye I-Ialleran, the owner of the burlesque show, was accompanied by John Quigley, who wrote all the gags and music for the show. They were having tough luck, for the leading lady, Pomona Ball, had gone on a strike for more pay. Fate had played many queer tricks with some of my school mates. Many of them were hard to believe- The music CI almost forgot totell youl for the exer- cises was furnished by the Salvation Army Band under

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16 THE MIRROR The roll call of the class of 1930 was called. . The first absentee was Paul 'fCi1ick Carlson.-. Chick was the founder of a clinic for invalids of all kinds. One drink of his famous fizz water was guaranteed to cure all ills. His slogan cure or killn, was brought out by the fact that an undertaker was always in attendance. This undertaker was Bill Gerriev. Business for him, just now, was dead. WAP' Langill and Stetson Risden were up in the Arctic Circle trying to sell ice chests to the Eskimos. No doubt they were doing a rushing business. Edward Furbush and Johnnie May were in the navy cruising somewhere in Southern waters. ' When they are in dock all you can hear is bragging about their sweet- hearts in every port. Such popularity must be deserved. Dorothy Ellison, now known as Mrs. Edward Tateirnan, was at home caring for their large family. Ed himself was there looking a bit worn and henpecked, but,-never- theless, quite cheerful. R Now comes something of interest. Five names of absentees were read from the roll. The five names were Grace Barret, Ethel Affleck, Gwendolyn Baxter, Gertrude Colburn, and Carolyn Snow. They were at this time in mid-ocean bound for a certain island where there was a scarcity of women, intent on becoming the wives of some of these men who have been hungering for love and de- votion. Yearn no more, my dear brothers. Salvation is at hand. These next few words are so hard to write. Two names were read off and the tears started in the eyes of even the most hardened. James MacMillan and John McDermott, two superb specimens of manhood, were now numbered amongst the missing. Without a thought for their own safety fall brave men are the samej they set out in their plane to res- Cue two castaways on Fox Island. The fliers lost their