Waltham High School - Mirror Yearbook (Waltham, MA)

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THE MIRROR, H9238 ability to the junior stai members, such as Harris Greene, Earl MacD0ugall, and Justine Smith, who have been such capable assistants during the past year. Betsey Nutting bequeathes her reputation for looking as neat as a pin, as chic as a model, and as charming as a hostess to Lorraine Goulding. Two alarm clocks recently lent by the school to Helen Noonan and Lester MacArthur along with the suggestion that school begins at eight o'clock, we now leave to William Gorgone and Alan Davis in the hope that they will bear this fact in mind. Arthur J. T. Clark leaves his propensity for being here, there, and everywhere for the pur- pose of haunting certain human beings at the most inopportune moments to any junior who possesses a similar nature, and his efficiency as number-one man for getting advertisements we leave to Ruth Merklee. Lasi, but most important to those classes who so hate to see us depart, we leave a cafeteria free from the echoes of Wl:o'll lend me a nickel? , free from the chaos caused by us, especially on Wfednesdays, and free from the familiar voices and figures of the class of '38. And, lastly, we do hereby nominate and ap- point Miss Woodward, Mr. Mosher, and Miss Scottron to be co-executors of this our last will and testament. In witness whereof, we have hereunto set our hand and seal this eighth day of june in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and thirty-eight as a body commonwealth. We, the class of '38, do make this codicil to our will and hereby appoint Miss Betsey Nutting, who shall present the gifts to those who have been deemed worthy of these honors. BARBARA PRIDE. 38.

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THE MIRROR, 1938 Last Will Testament of The Class of 1938 To WHOM IT MAY CONCERN: We, the class of 1938, of the Waltham Senior High School, being of sound mind and memory, in spite of numerous doubts that our faculty may have to the contrary, and of lawful age to exer- cise our own free will, although our elders do not entertain these sentiments, and after pay- ment of our just debts and parting expenses Qmost of which were acquired in the cafeteria, do devise and bequeath all the rest, residue, and remainder of our estate as follows: To the class of '39 we make the proud bequest of five new rooms so that the growing family, which we now leave, may find facilities more con- venient in the future. Accompanying our be- quest is a warning to those who so dexterously use their jackknives on public property. To the class of 1940 we leave a host of foot- steps firmly impressed in the familiar corridors of our alma mater into which they may fall as they climb toward those noble heights of Seniority. Also we leave to them our many privileges with the hope that they will use them wisely. To Mr. Goodrich, our headmaster and foster parent, we leave boundless appreciation for his wise counsel and service, and gratitude for his friendly understanding and discretion. To Mr. Ward, our submaster, we leave a con- tract from the producers of Shakespearian plays, so that his talent for portraying certain characters fwe have in mind a particular role in Macbethj will not be lost to his future English classes. To Miss Rand, as a reward for her untiring efforts in coaching the Senior plays, we bequeath a future of ideal casts, none of whom will be absent or tardy, whose voices will never fail them at the crucial moment, and whose parts will be learned to perfection at the appointed time. To Mr. Gallagher we leave one motion-picture machine complete, so that he may accompany his endless collection of ancient and gruesome myths with moving pictures as he relates them to shud- dering girls and heartless boys. To Mr. Lees, who assists in turning out those eHicient secretaries and business men, we leave a much needed new basket, which will rest peace- fully on his desk to hold all those conscientiously prepared papers which we feel sure will receive remarkably high grades. To Miss Dean we bequeath a copy of that deeply reverenced book of job, for after careful observation, general agreement, and experience, which is the best teacher of all, we proclaim her most comparable to that virtuous soul in her possession of patience. To that gentleman who has acquired a reputa- tion for his generosity, Mr. Hodge, we leave an orchard of those unusually large luscious apples bearing the appropriate name of Delicious, so that he may continue to lighten the burdens of history by his frequent gifts of The Big Apple. To Miss Morse, our amiable young faculty member who so capably manages our cafeteria, we leave a new cook book with appetizing sug- gestions for two, so that when she takes over that new position she will continue to be as elhcient in the culinary art. Also, we wish those dishes to be every bit as charming to that certain lucky person as our attractive teacher is now. To Mr. Hood, for use in those oral composi- tion programs for which room 014 has become renowned, we leave one victrola and apparatus for making recordings of those fluently presented orations. However, since the machine is devised for this purpose, no sounds from the quaking of knees or chattering of teeth will register. Arthur Power, Bob Nottenburg, and Cynthia Kellogg, who have so graciously given of their time, effort, and talent for the benefit of our school magazine The Mirror, bequeath their

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THE MIRROR, 1938 Class Prophecy Science has its compensations. Through the efforts and achievements of Professor Einstein and his accomplished pupils, Richard Ford, Walter Eberhard, John Katsogianas, and Ed. Stearns, we have before us a television apparatus which oper- ates on the same idea as Munchausen's magic carpet. fYou all remember the Baron no doubt.j Out of oblivion by a means far exceeding my comprehension, contemporary events can be brought before us on the world's mammoth screen. Thus, through our renowned observatory which sees all and knows all, located on one of Greater Boston's principal vantage points, Pros- pect Hill, we are able, that is, Professor Arthur Shaughnessy of the Harvard and Oxford Observ- atories and I, to focus its penetrating cosmic rays over these United States and discover what our former classmates are doing. As we turn our machine around, Wayland and Lincoln are the Hrst busy little communities to come into our vision. In Wayland we see a large billboard with Il beautiful and alluring girl traced upon it, a splendidly executed picture which is the work of Dwight Berry. By reading its printed section we ind it is Lady Mia Cole, now the owner of the world's largest cosmetic center located in Way- land. Lady Mia, as we know her, has brought upon the market her new non-cake soap powder. It seems the girls always wanted something of this type as half the time the powder took the place of soap. The next thing that catches our eye as we turn the television ray is a huge sign Barbara Glass 8: Co., Makers of Hooks and Eyes. It seems that in her school days she did quite a bit of hooking and was noted for making eyes. She therefore found it advisable to stay in the occu- pation in which she was best experienced. We notice, with faint smiles on our countenances, that she too has chosen a rural location for her enter- prise. Lincoln always was her favorite President. Professor Art Shaughnessy, not being able to participate in any sports by now because of lum- oago and increased poundage but being an ardent lover of baseball, suggests to me that we try to locate a game by means of our machine. So now we flip the dial and find some youngsters playing at the site of the old city dump. Look! It is evidently the outstanding game of the season, on the held are the lighting Rose- buds coached by Slugger Richard Hinchey. While at bat are the Batty Batsters coached by Basher Batstone - Alan to us when he was the French- man in The Whole Town's Talking. But wait! Our view is obstructed by Bob Lyon with Virginia Eaton, two ardent sport fans who have plenty of money from the Social Security and Unemployment Compensation. g Being unable to see with the naked eye, we look around the park by means of our apparatus and perceive several old spinsters, including Dot Kelly, Etta Viles, Harriet Linder, Frances Hodge, Marjorie Alexander, and Betty Reidt, still hero- worshipping as they did in school days. Ah! But more of that later. Our vision is now clear. There's a foul! It konks Benny Ristuccia on the nut and although exasperated with pain, he seizes the opportunity to fall in the arms of Alice Rowe, who had been eyeing his automobile most of the afternoon. What's this! The game is being called. It sccms that they had but one ball, and that was completely ruined when it struck the cranium of Ristuccia. By George! exclaims Shocks, nearly shiver- ing my timbers at the same time. Isn't it about time for the opera? You know Irene Kallow is another Schumann-Heink at the Boston Opera House. Let's close up the machine and hop in our Kyte Quack-O-Bus made by joseph Kyte, king of the quacksf' Wasting about five minutes trying to bring droopy Jimmie Ferro, our chauffeur, out of a coma, we finally start on our way. Coming down Mele Hill, so called because of the big fish plant owned by john Mele, located near there, we stop