Williamstown High School - Yearbook (Williamstown, MA)

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A Good Start HE sun was slowly ascending into the- sky. when Billy stepped into the cool air and started for the garage. He was in fine spirits this bright morning and whistled in a carefree manner as he walked along. On his way to the garage, it wasnecessary for him to pass a bright red house in which lived a couple of old maids. They, too, arose early that morning, and as Billy approached the house, his whistle became louder. Suddenly a white head appeared in the opened window, and looking around, Miss Shelly saw the boy. Stop that racket so early in the morning, she shouted. Billy grinned with delight and answered, But my dear lady, that is good whistling and the best I can do for you in the line of music. You know, the boys say that I'm a prodigy when it comes to whistling. Well, them boys must be plumb crazy, or you're just lying, she replied. No, M'am, I never told a lie. Well, good mornin'. Billy chuckled to himself and continued on his way. He opened the door which led to the office where he found Stan hard at work on some ideas he had for redecorating the front of his garage to make it more attractive. Good morning, Boss. Howdy, Billy. Lots of work to do today. Come around here and give me your opinion on this design. You know you can't draw business when your place isn't clean and attractive. Yes, I know, Stan. We ought to get a new Neon Sign because that old one we have now has five 100 Watt bulbs and the price of the electricity we save will pay for the sign in a short time. I think the new style Gasoline Pump will add to its attractiveness. Good suggestions, Billy, and I guess that's all there is at present for consultation. By the way, Billy, this garage is mine now. I payed the last installment last night, and now I own every bit of it. You still owe me those ten bucks that I invested in the garage, Billy said. Oh, now it's becoming easier. That's why you used we when we were talking about our redecorations? Stan asked cunningly. I didn't mean anything by that, Stan, I merely thought it an easier way to get ideas, replied Billy rather meekly. Not a bad alibi, Billy. Better get the fioor swept the first thing. Billy swept the floor, after which he started washing windows. He was up on the stepladder washing the big plate glass in the show room when a bee flew in, circled around and lit on his ear. A loud crash echoed through the garage. A shout for help was immediately answered by Stan and a couple of his mechanics. Billy had been lucky, he thought, because the large plate

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pageforty W.H.S. 1933 YEAR BOOK Charles Swan leaves his feminine characteristics to Henry Bunoski. You are very lucky, Henry. Bus Green leaves his dancing ability to Walt Barrett. Edward Czarnecki leaves his deep bass voice to Louis Safford. Wendell Towne leaves his little black book bag to Groman Noehren. Helen McNally leaves her habit of staying in nights to Evelyn Berard. Betty Green wills her ever-increasing popularity to Marion Bowman. Edward McCann leaves to James Fleming his bluffing ability. I don't know what you'll do Without it, Eddie. Wallace Gage bequeaths to Lee Blake his neat hair comb. Evelyn Duval wills her spirit of loyalty to Marie Bulger. Margaret Kelley wills her quiet and sedate manners to Katherine Gavitt. Helen McGowan leaves her radiantly sweet personality to all who need it. Madelyn Duval leaves her special affection for one man to Eleanor Jordan. Dorothy Briggs leaves her sweet voice to Vivian Snow. Be a soloist, Biddy. George Duncan wills his way with the women to Babe Breed. Karl Bates leaves a book on One Hundred Ways to Answer the Question 'Why Were You Late?', to Johnnie Chapman. Elta Godfrey leaves to Esther Burro her thorough understanding of all Commerical subjects. Bob Darling wills to Tink Leete about two feet of his height. You won't miss it, Bob. Helen Thompson wills her studious habits to Anne Callahan. It's really a lot of fun, Anne. Why don't you try it? Eldred Torrey wills his doziness to Henry Vandersloot. You will make a perfectly sweet Sleeping Beauty , Henry. Allen Ilderton leaves to Joe Rosenburg his pleasing Southern drawl. William MacMillan leaves to Seymour Wood his special dance-step. You ought to be able to learn it, Seymour. Frank Daniels leaves all his starched collars and cuffs to Eddie Perry. Ruth Walden wills her ability to blush to Blanche Boyer. Alfred Wiles leaves his red curls to anyone who is looking for an Airedale PUPPY- To those we thought needed and deserved bequests we wish the greatest luck in carrying out the reputation we have so successfully built up around Williamstown High School. We hereby affix our signature and seal on this, the fifteenth day of June, in the Year of Our Lord, nineteen hundred and thirty-three. Anita H ickox '33

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pageforty-two W.H.S.1933 YEAR BOOK glass was still intact. But soon, he learned that he had lost his ten dollar part- nership in the business. He had broken a new windshield in the show window. Late that afternoon, a large touring car drove up for gas. The men in it asked Billy about the business and other things. The driver handed him a large bill for the gas. As he drove off, he said to Billy over his shoulder, I'll be seeing you . Billy thought they looked like gangsters, so he and Stan tried every way to find out their business. They were told that the Chief and Scrappy were rum trade pals and they were looking out for a good place for business. Al- though the boys didn't know it, Chief and Scrappy wanted their garage for a blind and a place to keep cars without arousing suspicions. The two rum runners and their guests stayed in a suite at the Mason Hotel, which was the largest and most elaborate one in the city. Soon after they reached the hotel, the Chief, in an adjoining room, shouted in a shrill voice. Say, youse mugs, we've got to get that bloomin' garage, or we're licked. You know, licked? If we can't buy it, we can scare him out, maybe. Hey, you, Scrappy, call up that feller and ask him if he wants to sell, and offer him S5,000. O.K. boss, answered Scrappy while proceeding to look through the city directory for the number. Wait! the Chief exclaimed, I think it would be better to send letters through some Real Estate Office. Scrappy withdrew from the telephone. The garage was made very attractive by its new decorations. The busi- ness was increasing rapidly. Stan was a good business man and somewhat economical. He had built a large office and had his trophies, which he had won in Sharpshooting, well 'arranged on a shelf above his desk. They were for both revolver and rifle. He was very proud of his skill and kept the prizes shining. Gun handling was a salvation in the South. He received a couple of letters on which the signatures were identical. They came from a poorly educated person because the grammar and con- struction of sentences were very poor. Then again this morning a most aston- ishing letter arrived, threatening the two boys. Stan was greatly moved by these threats and began to investigate from whence they came. The gangster had not been satisfied with Stan's attitude toward the letters and stopped one day at the garage for a chat about the subject. It was rather late and most of the mechanics were through for the day. Only the two boys remained, and were checking the sales of the day when the gang- ster entered. Good afternoon, said Scrappy in a gentle tone. Anything I can do for you? asked Billy. I would like to speak to the owner of this here place, he returned. I am the proprietor, said Stan in a most business-like manner. Pardon