Waltham High School - Mirror Yearbook (Waltham, MA)

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THE MIRROR, 1938 doctor who, by the way, learned the profession by the wielding of a razor, ftake a look at the necks of his customersj and Warren Clark being assisted by nurses Eleanor Blanchard, Anne Can- nistraro, Erna Brennen, Kathleen Eaton, Arlene Fawson, Olive Collins, and Pearl Walsh. But now that field is fading, and into the gaze of the crystal ball comes another. Out of it buildings are sprouting, vehicles scatter to and fro, and I am in the heart of a great city. The scene shifts, and I am brought into the interior of those buildings and see, wrapped in the ardor of their work, Margaret Castner, Marie Carlson, Mary Giamo, Anita Grenier, Edith Helgeson, and Josephine Scafidi, all successful secretaries and clerks in the office of the H. F. U. Law Firm, with Forrest Daniels, President, and his assistants, Grafty Strum, Spitter McQuiston, and Mick- ey Shyster Russo. The present case in this crooked little enter- prise the boys have formed is against Abe Kennen and Winslow Bettinson, who are alleged to have stolen some pussy willows from the home of a wealthy old skinflint, Marie Mogan. The case has already been thrown out of the 'district court by Louis Elmer, the presiding judge and wealthy ice cream vender. They are out to get money, however, and are determined to bring the case to the Supreme Court with judges Gordon Anderson, Vincent Breen, Sydney Canter, Frank Clark, Royal Curran, Bob Derbyshire, Albert Di Gregory, Paul Benson, and Chief Justice Bernie Fine. All are appointees of President Fofo Salamone. Without a doubt if there is any way of collecting damages, the H. F. U.'s will find it. On the way out we are met by head cashier Esther Demeo. Fifty cents, please, is the re- quest. Give her a buck , says Shaughnessy, and then we'll leave. Stepping outside we hear the shrill sound of the trumpets. It is a circus parade! Marching down the street paced by Babe Donahue is the Aucoin Brothers' circus band. In the first flank is little Art Power play- ing the sweet potato, john Dahlin and his foosie horn, and Austin Dougherty and Don McCau1 tooting away on the plunger. Other members we recognize are Fran Kneeland, Tony Lopez, Ralph Kelley, Clifford Harrington, Elroy Hill, and the drummer Fran Rowell still pounding away. Fran and Art take time out to sing the memorable little hockey bus duet You'll Never Get to Heaven on Roller Skatesf' Riding on the back of a trained panther is john Sloane. The panther fan over-grown catj was trained after many long hours by Lawrence Selig, Art Schebeci, Everett Smith, joe Madden, and Ray Morreale at the farm of Ohnemus 8c Richardson according to the poster borne by Robert A. Nottenburg, business manager of the circus. Then come the clowns, Norman Burdett as Popeye, Ed Whitney as Wimpy, Sebastian Rigoli as Castor Oil, Louise Milley as Olive Oyl, and Ed Spencer the Goon. The horrors are next in the parade with Carl Paladino, George Pothier, Herbert Wheeler, and Harry Sheldon playing the part to perfection. Harry is carrying two weird- looking shell-pink dahlias, horrible products of a Vernon Street garden. Glancing along the long line of performers we perceive the trim cowgirls. Riding on the backs of truck horses are Cora Sanderson, Toots Sal- vucci, Snooky Marlinska, Princess Dube, Trixie Beninati, and Marjorie Budreau who rode Time Wasted in the Kentucky Derby. That should be a good show, remarked Shaughnessy. Let,s hop back to the machine and save YOUR money. Upon returning to our marvel of television we focus the rays on Jimmie Hayes' Arena located in the spacious grounds of Lakeview. Throngs are busting in on Chet Hill, doorkeeper, and joe Gullotti, police ofhcer. With our machine we peruse the inside of the arena where in the midst of all excitement we End Pearl Crevoshay, extraordinary woman athlete and juggler. Her feats amaze even the oldest Lake Street inhabitants.

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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

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THE MIRROR, 1938 Her close competitor as an exhibitionist is Dick Handrahan, the circus strong man, who ob- tained his strength by eating the left-overs at the high school cafeteria. What a Man! As Leo Gallitano barks out the first major event, which is the Cannon act in which john Corcoran is shot from the cannon, the circus band plays the new song hit, Shot at Sunrise in the Fading Moonlight. As this act drew to a close and other acts be- came as unbearable as some of Gertrude Cotton's jokes, the crowd begins to leave. As they file out they pass a peanut stand where Charlotte Hadley is handling the nuts. Some of those standing around fnot necessarily nutsj are Fran- ces Matthews, Mary Umbrello, Doris Brennen, Louise LeCain, and Emily Gibbs. In their at- tempt to purchase some peanuts they find that a kind-hearted old man had bought the stand and given the peanuts to the Big Circus Ape. He didn't know the good-looking performer was Dorothy Rafuse in disguise. QNO, the kind- hearted old man wasn't Shaughnessyj Having received ample enjoyment from the circus, we train our rays on the National Broad- casting Company's new studio building construct- ed by Carmelo Mezzarini. You perhaps can pic- ture what a masterpiece it was judging by the physics papers he used to hand in. Anxious to see some of our beautiful class- mates, we strain our television rays on one of the studios where the Mulrean Pretzel Company, with the trade slogan Our business is crooked, but our policy is straight, is located. This prosperous little concern is putting on a beauty show. And what a show! Some of the truly brilliant beauties taking part are Marg. Goodrich, Marion Margolis, Esther McGowan, Olive Foley, Marjorie Wetherbee, Marjorie jacob, and Dorothy Happeny. The judges are Carl Adams, Ed Hitchcock, Ed Daley, jimmie Carney, and Bill Dion, the oil magnate. These judges, all Ph.D. men in math- ematics, were chosen because of their experience in the study of figures. After feasting our eyes without the aid of Murine we jump to the next studio where our news commentator, Barbara Louise Pride, brings the latest news on the 1958 superstreamlined Swing Contest between Betty E.'Stevens, cham- pion of the West End, and Alice Gertie Christie QQueen of Lakeview Swingj. The judge of this specialty is Adeline Beans Campbell, who claims to be Benny Goodman's cousin. There is a guest speaker tonight on the news program. It is Donald Floyd who was lost afoot on the Sahara Desert. His motto now is I surely would walk a mile for a Camel. Not wishing to hear anything with dryness connected to it, we go up a flight to the Kenny Kandid Korset Company. We'll make you or break you is Iheir trade identification. We just miss their program starring Russell Leishman, Ted Bjorkman, and Tom Maloney, a blockhead, but not a Charley McCarthy. Investigating the remaining studio we discover Birgit Borg's cooking program in full swing. l-Ier middle name must be Hathaway judging by the luscious samples I hear she gives out. Dur machine revolves and we find it focused on the Dunbrack Propeller Company. There's Roland with his able assistants, Bill Kilgore, Jimmie Salamone, Charles Massucci, Chug Allia, Robert Millen, and Fred Hitchcock deep in the throes of work. There is a method in their mad- ness, however. They figured they could sell the city of Waltliam a few propellers to go with the wings and tail on the old high school fnow a field housej and send it shooting up in the air, thus enabling the younger athletes to have the privilege of enjoying their sports with a little more pleasure. Those supporting the idea are Ruth Moore, Ruth Hansen, Ruth Foley, Ruth Peckham, and Ruth Tidman of the Ruthless Ruths building concern. Now training our machine on the home of Rita Mogan fthe city homej where the Knit- wits are indulging in gossip instead of in knit- ting, we hear conversation between Anne Thomas,