Ware High School - Limelight Yearbook (Ware, MA)

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l . Mr. Wisnoski and his wife Knee M. R. Emersonj, formerly of Ware, Mass., are now touring Europe. It certainly pleased me greatly to find that so many of my friends had made names for themselves, but shortly I was extremely agitated by the fact that my advertisement wasn't correctly stated at all. I was so angry at their stupid' mistake that I took out my old Ford and went to the city to tell the editor just what I thought of him. But, alas I all my anger and indignation vanished before the kindly countenance of Elmer Kenyon, the advertising editor. After talking over old times for a while, he told me that there was a surprise awaiting me in the next room. Surprise, well I guess. Sitting in the center of the room, before fa large desk, was Ruth Kaplan, Editor-in-Chief of the Wiggler's Weekly. She was business personified but on recognizing me she was the same old Ruthie. Whirling around' in her large armchair, she nang two bells. Immediately, a man and a woman rushed in. The woman was her head typist and proved to be efficient Stephanie Misiaszek, and the plump, rosy cheeked gentleman was Paolo Albertine, Sport Editor of the Wig- gler, whose pet Writeups were of prize fights. He informed me that he had just finished looking over an article which stated that Peter Rzeznikiewicz and Adelard Fleurent, two world renowned pugilists, would fighlt the following week for the world's championship After giving to one another such information as we knew about our former classmates and wondering what became of the others, I left my old friends ,to their respective duties, and as it was not yet noon, I start- ed for the Eastern States Exposition. While driving along a country road, I came upon a tea-house which looked so cozy that I was tempted to stop for lunch. I was greeted by a dark haired, wonderfully jolly woman who served as her 12 o'clock special, Pork a la Palmer. Yes ! It was Mary Shea. This meeting accounts for the fact that it was nearly two o'clock before I entered the grounds where the exposition was held. Just inside the gates was a woman selling sweet cider. I never drink cider, but that woman's face seemed so familiiar that I decided to buy some and find out who she was. It happened to be Vera Allen, and she gave more information about our former classmates, pointing out, in the course of our conversation, two love birds perched on a stone-wall nearby. She asked me who I thought they were. I couldn't imagine them as being other than Romeo and Julietg but Vera said that Elizabeth Newcomb had married Wallo Slozek fifteen years ago and there they were, as devoted as ever. lt was just about then that I began to feel happy. Hlappy? I was never so happy in all my life. I wondered why Vera charged such an aboniinable price for sweet cider. Imagine I Vera, a bootlegger I

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EXTRACTS FROM MY DAIRY August 1, 1950. When very young I, Clare Dillon, vowed I should never marry, but, like most youthful resolutions, this vow was broken. It was rather lonely, being an old maid, so when Jimmie asked me to marry him, I jumped at the chance, before he could change his mind. I was always willing to try anything once. Several things I never wished to try again. Marriage is one of them. It is now 1950, however, and I am a happy wiidow and proud possessor of six chicks. No I l ! I said chicks. My husband was a farmer. After the death of my husband I advertised for a middle-aged couple to work for me. The next week, while looking over the magazine to see whether or not this ad of mine was correctly worded, my attention was attracted by a number of familiar pictures. First, was the picture of Harold Weiss. He was much the same boy as I had known, only he looked older and more distinguished. Above the pic- ture, in large type, it was stated that Mr. Weiss had recently been appoint- ed Chief Justice of the Supreme Court. I wasn't much surprised at this, as Harold, when still quite young, exhibited an extraordinary knowledge of law. For instance, he knew that one should never throw snowballs Cwhen the cop was lookingj and that it was against the law to drive with one hand Cin broad daylightj. Three other familiar pictures were of Harlow H. Lincoln, Edward Jerz, and Stephen Putnam Hathaway Green, three distinguished mem- bers of the Cabinet of the United States. Lincoln, Secretary of the Treasury, was second to no one. By his famous non-budget system, he greatly increased the treasury of the United States. Jerz, Secretary of Labor, was put in office chiefly because he agreed, with President Campion fwe used to call him Andy when he went to school with usj, that the people's working day should be cut in half, and that they should be given a week's vacation every month. Stephen Green, Secretiary of Agriculture, won his position because he advocated giving free canary seed to every High School in the United States, whose scholarship was 98? or over. I then noticed a portrait of Celia Jezyk, who is a history professor at Harvard, and is the only woman ever honored by this position. Glancing down the page my attention was attracted by a picture of a man and woman in swimming attire. Below the picture was the follow- ing statement: Champion long distance swimmers of both sexes. Mr. and Mrs. Wisnoski carried off the honors at the recent Olympic meet.

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At the other end of the hall, I met Mary Prendergiast selling Andy Gump crackers, her customers at that moment being Priscilla Trela and Dominic Stolar, who are engaged to be married. I always highly estimated Priscillais wiles but I never dreamed that even she could charm Stolar out of his bashfulness. The next person I met was Margaret Englesby who was attending the exposition as a representative of the Stolar Talking Machine Com- pany. But poor Margaret couldn't get a word in edgewise for there were two men talking to her, or rather one of them was talking. The stately pious looking person, the president of the Atlantic-Pacific Temperance Society was Stanley Szydla, and the talkative gentleman with him was Francis Madden, his head lecturer. The next building I entered was a miniature laboratory of the 'fAdams Chemical School. At one end of the hall I noticed a group of the flappers, and wondered in what they were so interested. I walked toward the edge of the group, and there I saw Dorothy Griflin showing the admiring throng how to boil water without burning it. In the center of the hall was Felixa Bartoszek lecturing on Why People Blush , land not a great distance away was Louise Tucker showing a group of astonished young men that alcohol can be used for something other than a beverage. And just as I was leaving the hall I caught a glimpse of Ruth Ferguson preserving sunbeams. Although I hadn't the least idea of buying a Pierce Arrow for even .a new Ford? I let the salesmen show me every car in the place. In the course of my travels I met Julia Gurka, as sweetly dressed as usual, trying to sell a Buick Sedan to Jennie Mulvaney. Jennie refused even to look at a Buick. She said she wanted a Ford because if it got stuck in the mud you didn't feel so bad about leaving it there and walking home. I also saw Alphonse Caron and Mildred Campion shearing sheep. I think it rather queer that Mildred would shear none but black sheep, don't you? I certainly had a pleasant time of it, but as it was getting late, I thought I had better start for home. Before I reached my car, however, I met a little red-headed boy who seemed so familiar that I stopped him to ask what his name Was. MuZzy Houlihan , he replied. Houlihanl How could I have hestitated? Edward shall never die as long as Mluzzy lives. Muzzy! Isn't that .a queer name for such a little chap? Muzzy was the author of a history book that Edward was so fond of repeating. I would have liked to inquire further of little 'lMuz3y's parents, but as the hour was late it was necessary that I should lose no time in return- ing home to feed my chicks.