Williamstown High School - Yearbook (Williamstown, MA)

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W.H.S.1933 YEAR BOOK pagethirty-seven wrote that Lena Fressola had a class in reducing. You know how these movie stars are always trying to keep their figures. It seems that Allan Ilderton is studying the sky at the Mt. Wilson Observatory. He thinks that he has dis- covered a new planet. But what of some of the girls? I inquired. Well, to tell the truth, Jimmy replied, I never did know how to keep up with them, but I heard that Lena Tash and Elva Miller had started a business school in Boston. Elta Godfrey used to be friendly with both, but since she has become secretary to the President of the U. S., she won't speak. Oh, yes, did you hear about the big wedding in North Adams a few years ago? Frank Daniels finally married the mayor's daughter. Bill Mac- millan, the rector of the church, officiated. I suppose by this time that Frank is on his way to becoming the mayor. He ought to be anyway. Did Leota MacArthur marry Bill? I asked. No, it seems she was going to, but when he became a minister, she just couldn't stand it so she joined the circus run by Karl Bates and George Duncan, and now is a bare- back rider. And Betty Green is a Red Cross Nurse in China. Peg Ewart, and Herbie Dupell like strange countries too. They are both in different parts of Africa. Peg teaches the natives typewriting, and I heard that Herbie had been crowned king of a tribe. That's all I know, said Jimmy. Thanking him I went on my way home. The evening paper had large headlines about Madelyn Duval. She had iiown around the world all alone. Sighing I picked up a book of poems written by Anita Hickox, and soon I forgot everything about the class of 1933. Nancy Middleton '33

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pagethirty-six W.H.S.1933 YEAR BOOK Yes, I have often listened.-to .them, .-I replied. Gordon Macmillan an- nounces their program. Harriet Beals is on the radio, too, and gives daily talks to the women on how to keep a husband. I never thought that our quiet little Harriet would have nerve enough to broadcast. Bob pulled out a letter which he handed to me. It was from Charlie Ryan who was a travelling salesman for Real Silk Hosiery. It read as follows: The other day when I was in Philadelphia, the glaring white lights of a large theatre greeted my eyes, John Manley, Broadway Star, playing here in Take Your Pick, this week only. CSO John was continuing his good actingj The scraps of handbills scattered around the street showed that. John's publicity is done by Sunny Young. She has some clever ideas to make him famous. On my way back from Philadelphia, I stopped in Washington. While there I visited Congress. In the House among the other representatives was Margaret Kelley. She was, I learned, a representative from Idaho. Going to the capitol I attended a session of the Supreme Court. Who should be there arguing a case, but Helen Thompson. Dear old Sadie still at her old job of argument. Once in a while I run across old friends. Last month when I was selling stockings in Kansas, I stopped at a prosperous looking house. The door opened, and disclosed Dorothy Wiles. She was attempting a second marriage with her old boy friend from North Adams, as her first with an actor hadn't turned out so well. She was so glad to see me that she bought 10 pairs of stockings. Remember me to the old gang. - As ever, Charlie. By this time Bob and I had finished lunch, so we went back to the library where he left me to go on his way once more. However, I still wanted to locate more members of my high school class. Who could help me? Then I happened to remember that Jimmy Fitzgerald was a priest at St. Patrick's Cathedral. Maybe if I went there, he could help me, so after the evening service, I asked him. I don't know much, but I'll tell you what I do, he said. Whom would you especially like to know about. Well, where is Wallace Gage? I inquired. The last I heard of him, he was learning how to fly an airshipf' Oh, he's given that up now, said Jimmy, and is Chief Engineer of a copper mine in Chile. The mine is owned by Eddie McCann, but he is so busy telling the home office what to do, that one never sees him. Just recently I saw in the paper than an exhibition was to be given before the King and Queen of England by the famous dancers, Earl Green and Marion Perry. They were here all last Winter, but I couldn't go to see them. Do you ever hear from Franklin Estes? I asked. What is he doing? Yes, I received a letter from him the other day. He's in Hollywood making his first picture this month. All the girls are crazy about him, but he has to be careful because his wife, Helen McNally, is terribly jealous. He

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CLASS WILL E, the class of 1933, are now approaching a most momentous event in our lives. For six delightful years most of us have joyfully glided through our studies, provoked many of our teachers here and there, and made many unpleasant trips to the office. But now all of this is over and we shall soon be going out into the world to travel our various pathways in life. We have made many friends here and even though we are anxious to see what is before us, we are reluctant to leave behind us an understanding faculty and our many loving comrades and friends. We can't however, bear the thought of departing without leaving some- thing to remember us by: therefore the class in general leaves to: Mr. Flinton: One pair of roller-skates. Instead of walking the fioor, roller-skate. It's much more entertaining for the child and not so hard on the feet. Miss Freeman: A phonograph with a record named, Quiet Please . Mr. Clark: A stamping machine with which to write and sign excuses. From our experience we think it would be the most practical thing. Mr. Sylvester: The honor of being able to say that he coached that glorious boys' basketball team of the Senior Class. Miss Flagg: A book on How to Overcome Self-consciousness . We hope that next year the boys won't intimidate her by being in the gym while she is refereeing the girls' game. Miss Towle: All the luck and success in the world. You shall never have another class as good as we weren't, Miss Towle. Miss Cole: A standing invitation to all of the Senior Banquets in the years to come. Mr. Gagliardi: One night. A night has a thousand eyes. You will probably need more than that to watch the class and prevent them from chiselling. Miss Lally: One member of our School Committee. Mrs. Dempsey: A silver loving cup for training such a successful group of typists. Money for the cup to be taken from profits of the Senior Play. Miss Owens: The girls leave oodles of gratitude for the pleasing com- radeship and help which she showed them throughout their years with her. Mr. Grant: Sincere appreciation for the cooperation and careful guid- ance which he has extended to us in our years here and best wishes that he will continue to guide the classes in years to come with as much true interest as he has given to us. To the Junior Class: Our eflicient class advisor, Mr. Clark. To the Sophomore Class: Our quiet and pleasing manners. To the Freshman Glass: The best of luck throughout the remainder of their school years. '