Waltham High School - Mirror Yearbook (Waltham, MA)

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THE MIRROR 21 names were known to me in former days as Helen Sulmo- netti, Hazel Sinclair, Pearl Nelson, and Laura Mitchell. They are designing engineers. Designing dresses gave them their start. Leonard Dubin is chief engineer and has several capable assistants. The cars are masterpieces of harmonious color. They have the appearance of Pie Ally on wash Monday. ' Irving Norman is chief of the col- or or art department. You know, one always hears about traveling salesman. Lois Tubbs and Mabel Shedd are traveling saleswomen for the company, good luck to them. Duncan is a hard man to work for. His right-hand man, Warren Young, was constantly engaged in an argument with him. They both love the same girl, Natalie Maurer. She certainly has a good hold on their heart strings. There was one person present who looks on romance as wonderful, especially when the couple get married. Edwin Randle, a minister, is always looking for business. Isabel Sanderson and Louise G-ould have developed in- to very kindly individuals. They have established a home for well-to-do orphaned children. Their motherly in- stincts are guided by the size of the checks they receive. We will stroll for a moment from these scenes of rev- elry and view the scenes back-stage. The school boasts an efficient corps of engineers. Their knowledge of mechanics was acquired at dear old Waltham Vocational School. The corps was headed by Roger Henry, Morton Brown, Emeret Iodice, James Flynn, Melvin Dwyer, George Evans, Paul Ryan, Michael Caramenciag and Ansel Coombs com- pleted the personnel of the engineering corps. The pupils need never. want for comfort. Amongst their midst I noticed a conspicuous figure, conspicuous because it was so out of place-Nellie Seward, dressed in the clothes of a missionary, was offering the men salvation for their lost souls. I was getting rather tired of all the confusion, so I selected a quiet corner and started to read a newspaper.

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20 THE MIRROR ing ia comfortable living. Howard Millen and Samuel Milesky were the foremost decorators of hot dog stands this side of the Rockies. I always like to speak of the scientific ventures of my classmates. John and Louis Bartleman are trying to grow tearless onions. They haven't quite eliminated all the tears as yet. Life is dull without pleasure. I met some of my class- mates who were wonderful entertainers. Virginia Russo, Pasqualina Ciarletta, Catherine Haley and Frances Regan were members of a record breaking musical show. Their beautyand shapeliness were one of the main features of the show, of which Gladys Hamilton was the owner and man- ager. The music for the show was written and directed by Marjorie Manning. Dancing was easy with such won- derful music. Gilbert Peterson, Kenneth Scanlon, and Ruth Melanson formed a team of acrobatic dancers that were simply wonderful. They have to be seen to be appre- ciated. Dean Ricciato, the leading lady, was having a little matrimonial trouble. She was suing her husband, Thomas Webber, for divorce. She must have been reading the life of Peggy Joyce. Before I leave the discussion of this show business, I want to tell you about another interesting per- sonage connected with itg he was the big noise , he made all of the different noises necessary for the various effects. Chester Sheer filled the position well. . Gladys told me Donald Hills, the physical instructor of the school, looked with disdain on the pallid individuals who were members of the show. Carl Uhlin was Don's capable assistant. He made quite a hit with the ladies. Dorothy Derbyshire was the physical instructor for' the girls. She had as an assistant Gena Higgins. They were veritable amazons. One of the shining lights of the evening was Duncan Chapman the great automobile manufacturer. His type of car could be driven with one arm. He owns a large plant and has a big force of men working for him, whose

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22 THE MIRROR A certain article caught my eye. I neglected to tell you that our old friend Bill Stank- ard had been playing major-league baseball and had made good. Like all good players he had to give up some time. Bill had retired and is now manager of a team. The article told of Bill'-s team. The team is made up entirely of women fwomen never grow oldl. According to the article they are some players. The line up for the afternoon game was what struck my eye. Olive Mott, pitcher, and Arleen Morse, catcher, were an unbeatable combination. Dorothy Reynolds, at iirst base saved many a wild throw. Marion Slayton at second base was a bundle of pep.'i Lorraine Brown at shortstop was in every play. Dorothy Martin held down her job at third base like a veteran. Marguerite Robertson in left-field was a real fly hawkf' Eva Nichols the center fielder was always snatching flies out of the air. Martha Mattson, the right fielder, was the doom of every left-handed batter. Bill has certainly built up a wonderful team. The pictures of Katherine Nolan and Vivienne 0iClair were in the paper. They had just returned from Holly- wood. Shining stars, they are, their voices have that cer- tain quality that is so likable. R Anna Weller, now the wife of Albert Anderson, played a few selections of the piano. Andy'i is a frankfurter manufacturer. He invented a nonskid hot dog. A word or two about some more of my classmates with whom I had a chance to talk. Robert Abrahamson and Lawrence Beal were pitiful figures. Their faces were downcast and they walked along like mechanical men. Large losses in the stock market had taken their last penny. Thomas Chapman was the lucky man and social lion of the evening. He had won thousands in stocks.