Westport High School - Brownie Yearbook (Westport, MA)

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dee la as Ge OWN ds 13 CLASS PROPHECY Five years after the war was over, I finished my training as a nurse. [ bade my friends goodbye, and walked down to the bus terminal. At the ter- minal, where | was waiting for my bus an ex-vice-admiral walked by. Then the bus drove up. I noticed he got on, also. I hadn’t had a good look at his face, but I thought I recogniz- ed him. When I did catch his eve, I[ saw immediately it was Joe Boler. Joe hadn’t been home for-a long time, and was certainly glad to be on his way to Westport. In answer to my ques- tions as to what he had been doing and: what he wanted to do when he got home, he said that his old pal Eddie Messier and himself were going to start a Bachelor's Home. They were only going to run it; so they could get married if they wanted to do so. At the next terminal, Bill Webster got on the bus. He had become the famous ‘“‘saxophone king,” and had a very popular dance band which played in all the popular night spots. Bill, who always loved arguing was still do- ing it. This time, however, it was over some music. He was arguing with his drummer whether one song was bet- ter than another for his band to play. Changing the subject, we asked if he had seen, or knew where some of our classmates were. He said Jean Petten- gill was studying music in New York, both modern and classical, but she had a tendency to play modern jive more than anything. Bill said that Billy Collins, our best singer, was singing in Boston, and was getting along fine, except. that he was having trouble with his autograph fans, who constantly mobb- ed him. In Fall River, we looked around a while before starting home. bill caught sight of a girl in white rush- ing by, (leave it to him to spot them ) and noticed it was Dot Saulnier. She was having a busy day, in the Beauty Salon at Cherry and Webb’s where she was working. She was on her dinner hour, but time was’ passing by too fast to suit her, and she had to leave us. She said Imogene Brownell was waiting in Cherry and Webb’s for her to return. Imogene was going to have her hair fixed u p for a teacher’s meet- ing that night. She was now a teacher in Fall River, majoring in History. She also taught [English. As we passed the Durfee Theatre, on a billboard where everyone could see it, was a picture of Kenny Taber, now a Hollywood actor. Kenny was making as many pictures as any other actor or actress and had become very popular. He had been our best actor back in our old schooldays, and we were very glad to see he had made something big out of his abilities as an actor. Looking down Main Street, a big sign advertising photography, stared at us. Taking a stroll down to it we thought we’d go in. Surprised ? ? ? I'll say we were, to see who proved to be the head of the business. It was Stevie Boyles. Steve was the best photographer we had in our class. He had taken many pictures in his school- days, and most of them came out in good order, so he had opened a studio. Steve said he had taken a picture of Richard Souza that morning in his flying suit. Richie was working at the Providence Air Port, traveling back and forth each day. He had two wishes and both had come true. One was to be a flyer, the other to be happily married, and he was both. Leaving Steve busy at work, we once more started out. We were hungry, so we went to have something to eat. In the same restaurant, Carl Sanford sat next to us. He was working in a garage as a first class mechanic. He had a very good job, and got along very well. Carl told us Danny Car- dozo and Emelda Whitworth hadn’t settled down yet, but were getting there little by little. Danny had been in

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12 DS Eo ORB WAN SE oe | : ; SOPHOMORG GEASS Ist row, left to right: Leonora Rezendes; Elsie Sylvia; Russell Whalon; Charles Hasson; Joseph Swainamer; Rita Massey; Katherine Perry. 2nd row: Priscilla Perry; Jean Almond; Leona Sequeira; Evelyn Gifford; Marilyn Tripp; Agnes Oliveira; Adelaide Costa; Elizabeth Acheson; Olive Tripp; Ruth Hebert; Gertrude Feio; Beverly Souza; Marguerite St. Martin. 3rd row: Ulysses Souza; Arthur Haskell; Gerald Souza; John MacDonald; Keith Grass; David Smith; Richard Gifford; Quentin Sanford; Wilfred Howland; Walter Pietrzyk; Edward Oliveira. Marjorie Webb Viola Wilson Arline Wordell Edmie Bibeau Carlton Bolton Harvey Bolton Donald Brooder Frank Carriero ‘ harles Costa Edward Earle Russell Hart Alan Manchester Alfred Martel Theodore Sherman James Swainamer Ernest Tripp Fred Webb Harvey Westcott Margie Take It Easy You Never Say “Yes” You Never Say “No” I Fall In Love Too Easily Some Day Somewhere Vil Walk Alone Wouldn’t It Be Nice Youll Never Know The Wolf Song Tobacco Road When I Get Time Bring On The Girls Small Fry ‘4 I’m Getting Tired So I Can Sleep Jimmy Boat Do I Know What I’m Doig Don’t Sweetheart Me My Ideal Marjorie Dutton Jane Sonntag

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14 THE BROWNIE the Air Corps during the war and Emelda had been in the Nurses Corps. Just off the State Road, there was a sign, “Serviceman’s Resthome.” Jane Sonntag was standing near the sign so we stopped. She said she was running it. Both she and the service wnen enjoyed life there. Jane said she saw Florence Borden regularly when she came in to check up on the patients. Florence was a medical sec- retary, which was one ambition she had wanted to achieve all through High School. As we were crossing the State Road, a car stopped in front of us. It was Angie Silvia. Angie was a private secretary in Fall River and enjoyed it very much. She gave us a ride that was really a ride, right up to the steps of Westport High School. As we walked up the sidewalk, mem- ories came back to us. Our freshmen, sophomore, junior, and seniors years; class plays; dances; proms; gradua- tion and class day. They all came back very clearly. When we reached the door, it was opened by a naval officer. It was Richard Wordell. He had decided it was safer and more in- teresting to stay in the navy and was now on leave and came to visit school as we had. The first room we went in, was, of course, Miss Doyle’s. Miss Doyle loves to have “her boys” come to see her and talk about the world and what’s right or wrong with it. In the room, it seemed as if’we were in class again. After spending a while with her, we went downstairs into the auditoriuin to see what was going on there. Miss Cahoon had her House- hold Arts classes down there, prac- ticing for a style show. Walking across the stage, was our own sophisticated, and very glamorous Marge Dutton who was now a famous Powers model. Marge had come to visit school, just as we had, but Miss Cahoon had kidnapp- ed her before she had a chance to say anything. Marge suggested that we try and arrange some kind of a class reunion that evening, so we got busy on the office phone. Everybody in the class was called up and all were able to come. We decided to meet at Lincoln Park. Everybody danced most of the even- ing to the music of Bill Webster's Band which was at the time engaged to play at the Lincoln Park Dance Hall. After the dance we went to Howard Johnson’s, where we had ar- ranged a party. Someone voiced the opinion that it would be an idea if we all give a speech in turn. In that way we would all find-out more about what each in- dividual had been doing since we grad- uated. The speeches ended in the early morning hours and we all parted reluctantly to go our own ways once more, William Webster Edith Roylance Joseph Boler