Westport High School - Brownie Yearbook (Westport, MA)

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THE BROWNIE 15 was the pilot of the flagship, but we would have to wait until the plane landed if we wanted to see him. At New York, we immediately went to the control room. Bill, with his train- ing in the Army Air Force during the war, had become the pilot on that run. On the train to Westport, we met Au- drey who had gone to college and was now an interior decorator. She was re- turning home from New York, where she had transacted a big business deal. At the station, we saw a prosperous- looking farmer loading produce on the train. As we came closer, we saw Carl, now owner of a large farm. Carl had married his old girl friend from Need- ham. On our way out of the station, I bought a Westport newspaper and found in it a cartoon by Zola Kirby. We de- cided to visit her at the ofhce where we met her on her way out to lunch. She invited us to eat with her. She told us that after going to college, she found she would rather be an artist so she studied art for a few years. Then she got the job on the newspaper. In spite of the many boyfriends she had had while in school, she had not yet settled down to a home of her own. She took us to “Liz’s Tea Room”. Our schoolmate, Lizzie Lake, ran the tea room and had a good business. She had started with just a little stand but had gradually enlarged her business. Zola told us about a baseball game in the Westport Stadium that afternoon between the “Villagers” and the Dart- mouth “Green”. We all agreed to go, but as the game wasn’t until two o'clock, we started for Westport Center. Zola took us into the City Hall which we had not seen. While we were look- ing around, Hazel spoke to us. She was working here as secretary to the Mayor. After finishing business school, she had come back to work in Westport. We talked to Hazel for a while, and soon it was time to go to the game. As we went in to the ball grounds, we heard somebody yelling “Red” and at ence thought of our old classmate who had been an ardent baseball player. Once seated we saw that it was Paul playing behind the plate, and Pete was pitching them in fast and furiously. It was a thrilling game in which Pete and Paul were the stars and the “Villagers” were out in front by a ten-point margin. We went down to the field to see them. Pete was married, of course, but Paul was still on the rebound. We decided to meet Hazel and Zola that evening and go roller skating. As we were getting on the bus to go back to the Center, Janet Crapo got on ahead of us. She was running a boarding house, but her soldier fiance did all the work, When we got off at the Center, we were startled by a loud explosion. We saw smoke pouring from a nearby apart- ment house window. As we were hurry- ing to the scene of the fire, the engine drew up to the curb. Just as the fire- men got off the truck, a man appeared at the upstairs window. The firemen immediately got out their net and the man jumped. When he was safely on the ground, we recognized him as Lloyd who was now an experimenting chemist. He said that he had been experiment- ing for many years, but this was the first time any such accident had occurred. We left soon after, expressing our sym- pathy because his laboratory was de- stroyed, By that time we were hungry again. We went to a restaurant on Main Street. As we were eating, a well-dressed busi- nessman came in. He was George Me- deiros. After graduating from Stock- bridge, he had started a large dairy farm of his own and now had a herd of 115 cows. After dinner, we went to meet Zola and Hazel. Not far from the restaurant, we saw a couple coming toward us who looked very much like two of our school- mates. We were very surprised when we found out they were—Dana and Hannah!!! Dana was very much changed as he was now taller than Hannah. They stopped to speak. Dana has become a well-known politician in the City of

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14 THE BROWNIE Most Sophisticated Most Glamorous Most Artistic Most Athletic Best Dressed Girl Best Dressed Boy . Class Juliet Sleepiest JEAN GIFFORD VICTORIA MIECZKOWSKI . ZOLA KIRBY . PAUL SILVIA AUDREY ABEEL GEORGE MEDEIROS HAZEL SHOREY JANET CRAPO VICTORIA MIECZKOWSKI HAZEL SHOREY SOPHOMORE CLASS Ist Row: Frank Carreiro, James Swainamer, Alan Manchester, Harvey Bolton, Theodore Sherman, Ernest Tripp, Carlton Bolton, Alfred Martel. 2nd Row: Theresa Pacheco, Hilda Orr, Virginia Crapo, Ethelyn Tripp, Alethea Tripp, Mary Lou Bensen, Vanda Pietrzyk, Evelyn Christopher, Ethel Bennett, Rosalina Cabral, Zeria Pontes. Last Row: Muriel Silvia, Lucinda Perry, Donald Brooder, Fred Webb, Donald Richard, Charles Costa, Harvey Wescott, Edmie Bibeau, Edward Earle, Arline Wordell, Rita Pelletier, Gabriela Santos. Class Prophecy Ten years from the day we graduated from Westport High School, we decided to take a trip back to cur old home town. I had spent a month at Lillian’s home in Texas where she had been living since graduation. I was a social secretary to an elderly lady in Boston. On the plane the stewardess spoke to us in a familiar manner. We saw Vicki, now a trained nurse on the Dallas-to- New York run. She told us that Bill

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16 THE BROWNIE Westport and Hannah was his secretary. He was “dutifully” taking her out to dinner after working late. Upon arriving at the Rol-a‘Way Rol- ler Rink we noticed a couple who at- tracted quite a bit of attention by a spectacular stunt on roller skates. It was none other than Jean Gifford and her usual escort. Jean told us that they had been married for five years and were planning to raise a family. We tried to put on some roller skates, but they did not have Dorothy’s size. The girl told us we would have to see the owner about that. On the door of his office was the sign, “Caswell, Do Not Disturb,” but we thought nothing of that and walked right in without knocking. The man at the desk was all ready to have us thrown out until he recognized us. He very politely took his feet off the desk, and asked us to sit down. When we had told him our trouble and he had found a pair of skates, he said that instead of letting a rink make money on him, he had decided to make money on a rink. It was quite late when we left the roller rink, and we had just time enough to catch the last train out of Westport. We bade Zola and Hazel good-bye, and we hurried to the station, where we just made the train by a five-minute margin. Across the aisle from us was Irving Tripp engrossed in papers set out in front of him. He was now an electrical engineer, and manager of one of General Electric’s many plants. Finally the train picked up speed and we were on our way. We went away feeling glad that we had seen all our classmates, and that all were on their way to success. LILLIAN EMOND DorotTHy KING Class Poem HANNAH TRIPP The years we've spent at Westport High Have been filled with joy and fun, But now we have to say goodbye Our high school days are done. Although our paths may separate, Our thoughts will ever stay To the many friends we leave behind And teachers we cannot repay. On our journey to success Though the hardships may begin, We will keep in mind our motto, “Our Aim, Success; Our Hope, To Win.”