Waltham High School - Mirror Yearbook (Waltham, MA)

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WALTHAM HIGH SCHOOL every famous and popular person has, or should have, a stand-in. When Ruth gets tired of being as glamorous as her public expects her to be, she can loaf at home with a grouch, while Ruth Green- way No. 2 carries on. To Frances Carlson, our official representative to the 1940 Olympics, we leave a good strong, chemically treated jump rope which is endorsed by physical culture addicts all over the world as the best and quickest way to keep a strong, healthy, physique the way it should be kept. To Clara Viscogliosi, the best dressed girl of the Senior Class, by a large majority, we leave a col- orful Irish-linen apron, imported directly from F. W. Woolworth's, to keep her well chosen, exten- sive, and immaculate wardrobe from becoming soiled during her hard work as a housewife fol- lowing graduation. To John Lewis, our future representative on the legitimate stage, we present, with our compli- ments, and for his own betterment, a book enti- tled, Screen Acting , by a well known authority on the subject, with the hope that it will help speed him on his way towards a successful career. To Genieve Joslyn, the Helen Hayes of Wal- tham High, we present a minature Silver Screen, with the hope that time will supplant the ques- tion mark with the title role her heart most dc- sires. To Winslow MacDonald, the most popular of the male species in the Class of 39i', we leave a genuine Russia leather, monogramed, gold em- bossed, address book equipped with a most mod- ern and recently invented attachment which auto- matically reveals the names of the multitudes of his friends, acquaintances, and admirers, which, un- aided, he could never hope to remember. To Harris Greene, the boy most likely to meet Mr. Prosperity around the corner, we leave a gen- uine alligator skin bill-fold, which has ample space for him to store his expected wealth which goes hand in hand with being a successful business man. To Robert Sullivan, the Tyrone Power of the Senior Class, we leave a package of tried and tested, blue steel, razor blades, to prevent that 8 o'clock shadow from spoiling his expected chance for a fat movie contract. To Jeanne Blanchard, the girl who is the most likely to touch the tips of success, we leave a gen- uine theft-proof bank to which she may deposit any accumulated surplus which is sure to add up to a tidy sum by the time she is 65 or 70. Of course her Social Security would be sufficient. To Justine Smith, the most glamorous girl of the Senior Class, we leave one authentic auto- graphed picture of that famous personality of the movies, Hedy LaMar, who is, in our opinion, your nearest rival, and only a close second at that. To Virginia Felt, the vamper of the opposite sex, and the girl adjudged the best-looking of thft Senior Class, we leave a genuine Max Factor make- up set, imported directly from Hollywood, to keep up and maintain that lovely appearance which in sure to grow less attractive as the years roll on. In testimony whereof we hereunto set our hand and seal and publish and declare this to be the Codicil to our last Will and Testament, in the presence of the Witnesses named below, this seventh day of June, A. D., 1959. Signed-The Class of 1939 by-Richman STORER Signed, sealed and published by the said Class of 1959 as and for their last Will and Testament, in the presence of us, who at their request, and in their presence, and in the presence of each other, have subscribed our names as Witnesses thereto. MR. RALPH C. HOLLIS Miss CELIA M. SPENCER MR. FRANc1s SHEEHY

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CLASS and Testament, and we hereby direct said Ex- ecutors to pay all our just debts, funeral expenses, costs of administration, and inheritance taxes out of our estate, and we hereby request that they be exempt from furnishing any surety or sureties on their ofhcial bonds. In testimony whereof we hereunto set our hand and seal and publish and declare this to be our last Will and Testament, in the presence of the Wfitnesses named below, this first day of June, A, D. 1939. Signed-The Class of 1939 -by Rici-IARD STORER, coD1c1L TOC THE LAsr WILL AND To WHOM IT MAY CoNcERN:? Know all men by these presents that we, the Class of 1939, being of sound and disposing mind and memory, and wishing to direct in what man- ner our estate shall be disposed of after our de- cease, do make and publish this codicil to our last Will and Testament dated june 1, 1939, hereby ratifying and confirming said Will in all respects except as changes by this instrument. We hereby mominate and appoint Genieve jos- lyn to be the Executrix of this, the Codicil to our last Will and Testament and we hereby request that she be exempt from furnishing any surety or sureties on her ofiicial bond. To Harris Greene, the most studious boy of the Senior Class, and the capable Editor-in-Chief of the Mirror, we bequeath a large roll of good, strong mending tape to keep those much needed sources of information, his trusty text books, from which he drains his knowledge, from falling apart before he completes his full scholastic career. To Jeanne Blanchard, the most studious girl of the Senior Class, we leave a good strong pencil sharpener, which we suggest she save to sharpen up her wits when she feels her knowledge is wan- ing. To Fred Bevins, the jesse james of the Senior Class, who, it is rumored, is deep in the process of reformation, we leave a pair of staunch hand- OF 1939 Signed, sealed, and published by the said Class of 1939 as and for their last Will and Testament, in the presence of us, who at their request, and in their presence, and in the presence of each other, have subscribed our names as witnesses thereto. Miss NATALIE DEAN MR. RICHARD Hoon Miss ALICE N. RIGBY Miss MARY MooNEY TESTAMENT OF THE CLASS OF 1939 cuffs, which we suggest he use to curb any desire he might have to go back to his former occupation. To Robert Sullivan, the Lucius Beebe of the Senior Class, commonly known as the best dressed, we leave a genuine, 4-carat, tin-plated, tie pin, which is, in our estimation, the only missing link in his otherwise immaculate appearance. To William Foley, the big noise and the Fred Allen of the Senior Class, we bequest a paper mask, which we suggest he put to humoring the inmates at the estate on Trapelo Road, more com- monly known as the Institution for the Mentally Unbalanced. To Justine Smith, our only delegate in the So- cial Register, we leave a 1939 Tudor Austin, which we believe is a dire necessity if she wishes to keep the good will of her many fans and always to re- main a prominent figure in the annals of Society. To Philip Caminiti, the Charles Atlas of Wal- ham High, whose departure is sure to cause the coaches to shed a tear, we leave a large box of wholesome, healthy, invigorating Wheaties, which are widely used and endorsed by world-famous athletes and which we suggest, he eat every morn- ing for breakfast to keep up that good work which won him the title of the most athletic boy. To Ruth Greenway, adjudged both the most popular in the Senior Class and the girl with the Personality Plus, UMPH, to you, we leave what

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CLASS OF 1939 Class Prophecy Barney Shaw wasn't even worried ..... that's why he took plenty of time leaving his typewriter and making his way toward the city desk and the editor of the Boston World-News' ,.... Shaw didn't even bother to knock on the door marked City-Editor-H. Carl Greene , but slammed the door violently, and dropped into a leather chair to face the youngest news-Mogul in the country ..... The latter was medium-done on height, had a hair- cut on the thirteenth of every month, and was, at present, coaxing a' few lip-ticklers to mature into a mustache ..... The subject of Shawls lucubra- tions looked up from his desk and regarded the young reporter quietly, superciliously ..... Barney knew H. C. had something on the ball when he looked at him like this - - - but he moved nary a nerve ..... You see, Barney knew lots about the man before him - - - lots that the world of jour- nalism wasn't even aware of ..... Readers of Greenes novels and the l'World-News heard that he wore lavender silk pajamas, smoked with an ivory cigarette holder, and always had a marsh- mallow sundae for breakfast, but Barney knew this was the bunk . . . just publicity appeal to stamp a mark of eccentric genius on the man with the pen technique' ..... Uh huh, Barney liked his boss, and knew that he wouldnlt be writer of Boston's most popular column if it weren't for H. Carl Greene. The city-editor, on the other hand, was torn be- tween a friendly affection for the reporter and a violent ambition to give him the well-known walking ticket .... For Barney's official posi- tion on the news sheet was dirt-digger-deluxe , and his widely read column, Heres Mud In Your Eye , was the cause of more slander and libel suits than any similar after-dark pen production on the news market ..... Where Barney gathered his scandalous and slanderlous leads, the editor never knew, all he knew was that Barney's write- ups sold more papers and caused more court pro- cedures than those in any other paper. You wanted to see me, chief? Yeh, Barney, I wanted to see you . . . about a little matter of ten thousand dollars ..... I didn't mind when you cracked in your column that fan- dancer Ruth Thompson managed her own ostrich farm to grow bigger and better feathers for her fans .... or when you published that Davis, the biggest boss politician this side of the D. C., was known to intimates as Stinky l. 5 . . No, Barney, that was all the O. K. side .... even when I had to pay plenty for both, but when you come to the point of printing that George Flash Wheeler, the watta-man of every track meet in the country, has a forty-eight name enrolment on his promised list . . . one from every state . . . THAT takes the punch, kid! .... Can't you get it through that thick skull of yours that women like Marjorie Glass, Barbara Whidden, Rose Laz- azzero, Lois Butler, jean Elder, and Marguerite Henry - - - names that certify the most photo- graphed models in the country, aren't going to stand for any report that they belong to anyones femme-jam! .... And that little notation is cost- ing ME just seven grand notes . . . as for the other three thousand, well undoubtedly have to pay that to singer Lilly Mansfield since you have nominated her singing as a swell theme song for the McGovern, McGuigan, McGovern Gurgle- Gurgle Mouth Wash program ..... You'll be running this paper into bankruptcy as well as your- self out of a job, Shaw, if you don't clean up that column of yours! .... Now get out, and go back to your snooping, but keep that sheet of yours newsy but not naughty! Barney had remained silent throughout the en- tire barrage from his employer, but mumbled in- coherently about keeping a dirt column clean as he made his way back to the desk in the corner of the busy cityroom. Well, well, if it isn't the ol' hash-slinger . . . I-l'ya, Shaw. How's the mud business?