Waltham High School - Mirror Yearbook (Waltham, MA)

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i THE MIRRQR, 1938 to pick up Joe Maguire, Dick Rinkin, Kenneth Perry, Don Johnston, Robert Elvin Hoffses, Harold Jensen, -and Norman Johansen, a crew of W. P. A. foremen who are exhausted from their daily chores. On the way we pass Cliff Larson's professional basketball college where Cliff is in- structing Leonard Erickson, Jr., to shoot, dribble, and feint. Robert G. LeBlanc's ginger ale emporium is across the street. Marge Cox is the star of his floor show, and Oliver Coffin is master of cere- monies. Marge is also doing some short-story writing on the side for the Ladicr' Home Jozmmi - Just a Westerner ! Other members of her chorus are Etta Nies, Lucille Hannah, Elaine Gordon, Cynthia Kellogg, and the leading lady, Bettie Fisher. , The next thing we pass is the new high school, constructed by MacArthur, McPherson, Mac- Arthur 8z Co. Being Scotch, they made it an open air affair, thereby doing away with expense of putting a roof on it. It is commemoration day, and all the big officials are here. First we see Robert Nims, who has given up grand opera to become supervisor of music in Waltham. W-l13t,S this we observe! Why it's none other than Harry Patrick Trainor QDemocratJ,' now mayor of Waltham, and his three secretaries, Hazel McDonald, Phyllis McDonald, and Eleanor McDonald, that cute brunette now keeping com- pany with Lakeview William Hill, her play-boy friend. Glancing around, we see standing doing nothing as usual, councillors Ray Adams, John Leslie Anderson John Arrigo, Fred Smith, Loring Berggren, and John Butler, now on his last legs as a result of guzzling a bottle of Recka's new spirited milk, chief competitor of Chapin's Qui- nine milk. F Come on! Come on! says Shocks, trying to drag me away. Curtain rises in five minutes. The curtain had just risen as we arrived, and there stood Don Harvey and Ruth Whitehouse. The music starts slowly and sweetly. Ruth speaks, and instantaneously on rushes Irene Kallow, Don's stage wire. Be jabers! says Dong here comes me wife. Irene, white to the gills, draws from her bag a six-shooter. She levels it at the heart of Harvey and slowly but carefully pulls the trigger. Harvey and Whitehouse are now but a couple of gum drops. But what a couple! Just as Irene fires, the curtain falls. Return next week , says Bob O'Connell, the demon announcer, and see what happened when Irene pulled the trigger. This program has been brought to you through the courtesy of Porretti, Parrello, 8: Peridier, Alliter- ative Building 8: Wrecking Co., Incf' O'Connell leaves the stage, and the people start filing out. Shaughnessy decides to stay awhile as he feels a little weak from the stogie', he smoked before we entered the theatre. While sitting there we see Madeline Joan Dicks, cute thing, trailed by the seven dwarfs, Geo. Wyman, -Bashful, Charles Mignosa-Doc, Paul Tracy-- Dopey, Art Thibeault-Sneezy, Bob A. LeBlanc- Sleepy, Carl Haron-Grumpy, Al Schwotzerh- Happy. Next Carline Wheaton and Eileen Mor- ris escorted by Dick Dow and Tana Rizzo came into our view. Tana is now a tailor who mends everything but broken hearts. Well! Well! Up comes Benny Cappadona, who has just written a new song, 'I'm a Bad Egg. Don't Drop Me. With him is his partner, Joe Cardillo, the originator of the new tango, The Big Olive. The poor lads had been to every theatre in the country to sell their combined acts but are now giving free exhibitions at the Wal- dorf, where their tin cups keep them in dough- nuts and coffee. o Finally Shocks gets his wind, and we are off again. On the way out we pass the usherettes: roll call. Among them are Lillian Borger, Dorothy Brady, Mona Breen, Doris Bomengen, Edna Dolber, Carolyn Davis, and Chief Usher- ette Matilda Ginsberg. It's some job to get Shaughnessy out of there after he catches sight of the gals, but with the help of two janitoresses, Lena Fish and Bar- bara Felt, we finally throw him into the street. Being a little hungry as we arrive at our Quack- O-Plane, we decide to grab a bite to eat. Ferro suggests Statkus's Dirty Spoon in Stoughton, but

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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

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THE MIRROR, 1938 p being unusually hungry, we hop over to Moon- shine Daddona's new business-place called the Counterfeit, Believing it to be a peculiar name, we ask why he called it such. Well, says he, 'II used to call it the Polka Dot, but business wasn't so good and I was 'on the spot' so now I call it the 'Counterfeit', and nobody can pass it. Since George is unable to lead us to our table, his two bouncers, Kermit Welton and Peter Tamulewicz, help him over to it. When we are finally seated, Ted Schofield, the waiter, brings a menu for each of us. Shaughnessy turns his away and says, Bring me noodle soup, then bring me stewed meat and spinach, and lastly bring me -- bring me applesaucef' Shaugh- nessy! says I amazed, Why you know the en- tire menu by heart! Nonsense! By heart! muttered Shaugh- nessy. I see the table cloth, don't I? While waiting for our dinner we order pink lemonade from the singing waiter who is none other than Theodore Percival Goguen. But be- fore our drinks are ready, on comes the stage show. Shaughnessy makes a dash for the front seat, as usual. The chorus consisting of Muriel Kehoe, Alice McKinley, Audrey Keith, Kathleen Kern, Natalie Keyes, Marion Macphee, Eva Katon, Amy Franks, and Dorothea Gay is a smash hit, especially with Shocks. Suddenly there is a loud applause, and Barbara Filson makes her en- trance. She appears in the role of a Grecian goddess and will do the dance of the One- legged Goose from the play The Goose is Cooked. As the act ends, two cigarette girls seeing Shaughnessy rush over to make a sale. They are Dot Woodward and Flo Young. As I purchase a package, Shaughnessy sighs and forlornly de- clares that he couldn't find enough milk bottles to cash before he left home this morning. The next act on the program is an acrobatic performance by Barbara Bent, Florence Castellano, Ginnie St. Pierre, and Mary Palumbo who weave themselves into such intricate positions that it is necessary to call on George Ellis, national boy scout leader, to disentangle them. The entertainment closes with a selection by Annie Maragliano. Her number is The Witches' Dream written by the five witches, Arline Adams, joan Gilbert, Ruth Burnham, Barbara Clarke, and Helen Noonan, for the Rosenburg Production, The Murder of john Sears. In the meantime our dinner has been served and after using most of our energy to devour it, we finally are on our way again. As we walk down to our car, we are stopped by james Ferelli, now a parson. He extends his blessings to me knowing that Shaughnessy doesn't need them and tells us to beware of vamps. Right before us spring up those big-eyed thirty-eighters, Priscilla Clark, Helen Carter, Al- dea Cunniffe, Thelma Burns, Ruth Hanselpacker. and Estelle Deacon, still searching for the end of the rainbow - whatever it may be. Shocks pushes me into a doorway where we are greeted by Carmen Algeri, a mysterious fortune teller. She invites us to sit down and proceeds to tell us what is to happen and what is happening at the present time. She gazes into a crystal ball and goes into a trance. What a time to go into a trance, whispers Shocks. But wait, she speaks. Allah - Allah - en- Iightens me. Ah! Now it comes - it comes. About time something came. Shocks still talking. I see the motored highways. the aged buildings, the open fields fading into the drifting clouds, the heavenly azure, and now in their places slowly drooping in the light of the dazzling rays of melting sun, I see modernized landscapes, the blue sky filled with droning planes, old but familiar faces and young, sturdy bodies crowding the busy thoroughfares. It is the year 1958. I see fields - large fields. Now the veil is lifting and in one field, I see the structural buildings filled with bedridden patients. I hear the anguished moans of pain-racked bodies. I inhale the familiar odor of etherized objects. It is the field of medicine, and there in its midst, in the very throes of skilled manipulations and trying duty, are Doctors Edmund Harris, Bob Higgins, and Morris Bordenca, the half-crazed