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DEDICATION We deem it a privilege and an honor, meanwhile harboring the hope that we shall ever be faithfull to the great confidence you have so generously placed in us, to dedicate, this, our edition of The Sancta
Maria To The Right
Reverend Joseph F. McGlinchey Our Pastor and
Friend [2] A
Message "Prayer and
work" is the motto of the Class of 1942.
There is not
much prayer in the daily routine of the youth and young men of today. It
is not found in the home, in the school, in the great plants and centers
of industry. Prayer is the
lifting up of the mind and the heart to God to praise Him, to thank Him
for His blessings, and to ask Him for graces we need.
Before the child
can understand the meaning of the sign of the cross or of the words of the
Our father and Hail Mary, he should be taught his prayers at his mother's
knees. As a rule, if the parents do not pray, they do not teach their
children to do so. It would be interesting to know how many modern parents
believe in the importance of prayer. Even in good Catholic homes, the
beautiful custom of family prayer is a thing of the past.
Except in the
religious school, prayer, instruction upon the value and necessity of
prayer and upon the child's relations with God are not found. Well-meaning
people speak of non-sectarian prayer and non-sectarian religious
instruction. There is no such thing. You have learned
to pray. You have formed the habit of prayer. The time will come, and very
soon, when you will need it, when you will appreciate, as you never did in
school, the power and the consolation of prayer, when you and your parents
will thank God that you are men of prayer.
You are going
forth from the hallowed walls of a Catholic school into a world that is
absorbed in one thought - to win the War. If you are not drafted, you will
find yourself engaged in some form of defense work or war industry. You
may experience for the first time the material side of life. You will be
tempted to forget things spiritual. When the day's work is done, your
minds will be planning and your hearts will be set upon amusement,
recreation, pleasure or well-earned rest. And you will have the means to
satisfy your desires. Do not give up the habit of prayer.
You have learned
also the necessity of diligence, application, and discipline without which
there is no serious study. The boy who has acquired these qualities in
school will make his mark in
the world. The harder you work the greater your success in business or a
profession. Success is not
the only blessing. A contented mind is more than all else. The really
contented person is one who works. Ask the man who has retired if he is as
contented in leisure as he was in the days when he was busily occupied. He
will tell you that he is not. A well-planned, busy day is a happy day.
I once saw over
the entrance to the cloister in a Benedictine monastery, "Laborate est
orare "To work is to pray." You can transform your work into prayers if
you direct your whole lives toward God, if you perform your actions in
union with Jesus. Even your most commonplace actions may become a prayer,
an elevation of your souls to God. My dear boys -
some of you will have the protection of a Catholic college, a preparatory
seminary or a Religious Community; many, in a few years, may be dispersed
to distant parts of the world. Remember your class motto - pray,
especially in the moment of danger, work conscientiously, live up to your
duties as Catholic men, graduates of a Catholic high school and you will
be happy in this world and in the world to come.
MONSIGNOR.
[3] In
Appreciation “A thankful
heart is not only the greatest virtue, but the parent of all other
virtues.” - CICERO
Since the
beginning of time man has unfortunately possessed a predominant fault,
one, which to some extent at least, is due to lack of thought. This is
ingratitude. Men are prone to accept favors and allow others to work in
their behalf, even at great sacrifices. But alas! how slow they are to
acknowledge their aid and show any feeling of indebtedness.
May we, of the
Class of 1942, humbly beg exception from this classification and take this
opportunity, publicly to pay grateful tribute to our generous benefactors
- not carelessly with meaningless words - but sincerely with the deepest
warmth of our young hearts. FATHER
McGLINCHEY, you have labored zealously to equip us with a complete
knowledge of our religion. For this, we are most grateful to you. Since
there is no adequate means by which we can fully express our appreciation,
enshrined deep in our hearts will ever be prayerful remembrances of you.
Heartfelt also
is our tribute to you, FATHER McDONNELL, for your devotion and your zeal.
Nothing but the best in a spiritual, a social, and an athletic way for the
St. Mary's boys, must be your motto! Accept our sincere thanks.
To thank you,
our dear teachers - THE SISTERS OF ST. JOSEPH - is beyond our power. Your
sacrifices were numerous; your zeal, unbounded; and your devotion,
limitless. Words could never be adequate, dear Sisters, so we implore God
for strength to prove ourselves worthy. May God reward you amply!
From full hearts
we thank our heroic, unselfish, and DEVOTED MOTHERS AND FATHERS. It is
unreservedly and with joy that we offer our heart-felt gratitude to you,
without whom our Catholic education would never have been possible and to
whom we owe our health, our happiness, and indeed our very lives.
Accept, then,
dear parents and teachers, our heartiest appreciation. Receive also our
prayerful wishes that Almighty God will bless and reward you abundantly.
THE CLASS of
1942. [4] Patrons
Alumni
[5] Sancta Maria
Staff Editor-in-Chief ROBERT DUNN Business Manager WILLIAM GALLAGHER Associate
Editors Thomas Dolan John Hamson Francis Keaney John Scally James Sullivan Business
Assistants Harold Bates William Carr Joseph Delaney Edw. Mahoney Ralph Wall CLASS OFFICERS
RALPH WALL President JOHN HAMSON Vice-President RICHARD CALLAHAN Treasurer JOSEPH DONEGAN Secretary [6] Donald "Ducky"
Bastarache May 9, 1923 - another
man for the draft! Swiftly, swiftly the
years of childhood rolled by. When a junior, I traveled from a Canadian
preparatory school to enroll in the Commercial Division of St. Mary's
Class of 1942. Today I must truthfully acknowledge these were the two
happiest years of my life. My chief interests
outside of school are sports and popular music. Football,
basketball, hockey, and baseball take up my time as their respective
seasons roll around, while at home the Nine Twenty Club on the radio
claims my attention. My ambition is to get
a good steady job, save up, and when the war is over and I'm still around
(I hope) I’ll have something to fall back on during the inevitable
depression to follow. Harold "Harry”
Bates I was born on October
30, 1924. My first two years found me successfully learning
to walk, talk, and control my parents. In August 1926,
God saw fit to take my mother from me, and I went to live with my
grandparents who cared for me and gave me the best of everything. At the
age of six, I entered St. James School in Salem, and under the watchful
eyes of the Sisters of Notre Dame I began to form habits which I shall
carry with me through life. After completing eight
years here, I made my debut in St. Mary's Boys' High. It was here that I
came in contact with the Sisters of Saint Joseph and although they are
excellent teachers, it is their friendship that I shall always consider an
invaluable asset. My first three years
were spent quietly. In my senior year, however, I really got acquainted
with some of my classmates and we had a delightful time together attending
all the dances, basketball games, and social events that make up the
senior year. It is with a sad heart that I leave this scene of many happy
hours to take my place in the business world. As I sit here and write
this, my only wish is that I might begin my school life all over again,
but, alas, that is a wish never to come true. Leo "Nappy”
Brault One day, four short years ago, a
bewildered, questioning freshman entered Saint
Mary's Boys' High School for the first time. Shrinking and
frightened, he
guessed his way to the sophomore height. Slowly regaining his
courage, he settled
down to a siege of knowledge in which he learned how to keep books, type
letters, write shorthand, and translate Spanish. The art of watching the
orchestra while girls danced with each other came very easy. He reached
his goal - that of selling a whole chance book; gained a very thorough
education; enjoyed his time here, and now, four years later, he leaves, a
bewildered, questioning graduate. [7] Eugene "Gene"
Bourgeois Picture a tall, dark,
slender boy somewhat marked with mystery, and you have a slight conception
of my appearance. Before entering this
school from which I am now proud to graduate, I was educated at St. Jean
Baptiste. Being desirous of a classical education, I changed the scene of
my learning, and enrolled as a sophomore at St. Mary's. My friends thought
that I was a little demented when I chose to adopt the harder course of
the classics in preference to the commercial. At times I was inclined to
agree with them, for many a day. Caesar and I had our
disagreements. On the
other hand, Cicero and I were good friends. Perhaps this can be attributed
to the fact that I was a year older, and consequently wiser when I made
his acquaintance. All in all, despite a reverse here and there, these were
the happiest days of my life. Before departing, I want to thank the
Sisters and my parents for being so good to me, and for making my school
days so abundant in joyful memories. Leonard “Buzz”
Bourgeois It is not an easy task
to write one's own life story, but I must, so here's my poor attempt at a
brief resume of seventeen years. The third in a family
of seven, I was, off and on, the pride and joy of my parents. More or less
successfully, I began and finished my grammar school education at St.
Jean's School here in Lynn. In these days, I found mathematics, history,
and geography easy, for they were my favorite subjects. Quite unnaturally,
French offered the greatest difficulty, for instead of doing homework I
often tinkered with radios and other machinery. From St. Jean's I
proceeded to a Canadian prep school for a three years' stay, and finally
climaxed my educational tour at St. Mary's. Now, I'm sorry I didn't come
here four years ago. The boys are fine fellows and the Sisters are just
"tops." I'm grateful for all they did for me. I'll always think of them
not only as zealous teachers, but as friends in need. Here's to you, St.
Mary's and your devoted Sisters! John "The Lover” Broderick
Mental excerpts from my school life - those youthful days of
history making - call
forth many a jolly scene. Vividly I remember my first "Harvard Haircut,"
clipped so close that I was branded a runaway from Sing Sing. This is my
memory of the first grade. In the second, I had a girl named "Pigtails,"
for whom I drew pictures. But alas competition ranked me fifth on her
list! When I was in the sixth grade, I took such a fancy to my teacher
that I bought expensive chocolates for her, only to learn that due to poor
health, she could eat "nary" a one. Still another memory, a painful one to
be sure, runs like this: a boy, a toothache, a dentist, a yell, loss - one
wisdom. Yes, in these early days of elementary and junior high school
education, I had a barrel of fun plus
a cartload of reading, 'riting, and 'rithmetic.
Next, I enlisted, a modest recruit, at St. Mary's Boys' High. Then
followed
sophomore, junior, and senior high school life with most genial teachers
and a bunch of fine fellows. It was a great school; my three years of
Catholic education overwhelmed me. Indeed it was an unforgettable
adventure! [8] John "Cal" Callahan
On October 12, 1492, Columbus made a remarkable discovery. On
October 13,
approximately four hundred and thirty-two years later, and I might add, as
a fitting climax to a Columbus Day celebration, a baby boy, "yours truly,"
was deposited at the Callahan homestead in Lynn, Massachusetts.
During the days of
my late infancy, my family moved to Chicago, thence to another Illinois
city, and finally returned to our native environment. Having
received my first
diploma at a Catholic school, it was a natural desire to
continue my
education in St. Mary's, the sole Catholic high school in Lynn. All four
years passed swiftly and happily. My mind is consequently replete with
pleasant remembrances of my teachers, classmates, and the delightful
experiences that were
mine during this brief sojourn here.
And now my twelve years of elementary and high school education are
completed. Without the untiring aid and support of my parents, I could
never have received the unexcelled education that I now proudly possess. I
wish to take this opportunity to express my thanks from the bottom of my
heart, and I firmly resolve to live my gratitude by justifying their
expectations, and by doing my utmost to reward them for their
understanding assistance throughout my life.
Richard “Dick” Callahan In historic old Salem
in the windy month of March, I made my initial appearance on the stage of
life.
St. James, Salem, became the scene of my elementary schooling; St.
Mary's, Lynn, that of my secondary education. With the rest of the simple
freshmen, I stood in silent awe of the highly sophisticated, all-powerful
seniors. Now in
this latter category myself, I smile as I view the present "frosh" and
wonder what they are thinking about me. Wisely I seize this opportunity to
remind my public of my sophomore dramatic triumph in the Parents' Night
Presentation. At least the members of my family in the audience applauded
my performance. It goes without saying that my senior year was the most
successful of all,
scholastically and otherwise (mostly otherwise).
As I now leave one St. Mary's, I am proud and happy to enter
another - that of her
Alumni. I hope that I shall always justify the faith all have placed in
me. William "Bill” Carr
What can one write about an uneventful childhood? Thus I argued
within myself, as I
feverishly penned the inspirations that so reluctantly entered my
befuddled mind and, exasperated beyond words, hurled crumpled manuscripts
into the waste basket. Be a Boswell, I must; a Boswell I would be or die
in the attempt!
Following the course of human events, I was born in November,
nineteen hundred
twenty-five. In compliance with the dictates of civil law, I was
enrolled in grammar school, the result of which enlistment nearly caused
the repeal of the law. Miraculously completing my grammar school course in
eight years at Pickering School, I enrolled where opportunities were most
abundant, St. Mary's Boys' High School in Lynn. Journeying from the wilds
of Salem each morning, I weathered four years of homework, report cards,
and other pet aversions of mine. Now, - covered with
the scars of battle, victorious, tired, but happy, all I can say is -
farewell and thanks to all! [9] William "Bill”
Carritte
A new man, whom they called "William," arrived in the Carritte
household seventeen
years ago last July . I can remember nothing
of my early days. Like all children, during that time I must have learned
to walk and talk. The grammar school chosen for me was St. Joseph's and I
really enjoyed thoroughly the years spent there. Then came the supreme
moment - my entrance into the Boys' High School. Perhaps because I was
older and more capable of assuming responsibility, my high school career
meant very much to me. I studied hard and at all times endeavored to keep
before me my desired goal - a place in the business world. Now I am
leaving to take this place, wherever it may be. Success, however, will not
be entirely due to my efforts. The example of my parents, the lessons I
have been taught at St. Mary's will go far in helping me attain
superiorship in this walk of life. For the ideals, the principles, the
religious background particularly, that I go out with today, I am deeply
grateful. May God reward all those who helped me! William
"Hopalong" Cassidy Hello, everyone! This
is William Cassidy speaking. If we must begin, let
us begin with the days of my infancy. Even then I turned my genius to the
pastime of tormenting my fond parents to such a degree that my activities
soon gained for me the title of "General Nuisance." My family gained a
much-needed rest when, following a hallowed family tradition, I was
enrolled at St. Patrick's Grammar School. Within these walls, the Sisters
of St. Dominic turned my genius to more profitable channels. On graduating from St.
Patrick's, I determined to enlist in St. Mary's High where I would have
ample opportunity to further my search for the higher things of life. My
stringent Irish conscience forces me to assert that, while at St. Mary's,
I didn't "burn up the, school" - that is, I didn't achieve anything that
could even charitably be termed outstanding. Rather let it be said, that
in my happy-go-lucky fashion, I fully absorbed all the wisdom my teachers
struggled so courageously to impart to me. And now, at graduation, I raise
my hand and my heart in one last tribute to you all, and say - Cheerio!
Leo "Clip"
Coyne
Definitely my educators convinced me that I must learn to master
the baffling problems composed by Mr. Wentworth, the silly ideas conceived
by Mr. Cicero, and the ridiculous laws evolved by Mr. Boyle and others. It
is my firm conviction that said gentlemen lay awake throughout many
nights' in order to subject me to as many mental tortures as possible.
They too are to blame for my having to sacrifice the happiness of being
among the thousands comprising
the unseen listeners of the entertaining programs wafted across the ether
waves. Likewise, I was obliged to become accustomed to the fact that I
must "burn the midnight oil," in order to read and earnestly
endeavor to
comprehend Messrs. Shakespeare, Tennyson, Milton, and scores of other
literary celebrities.
Despite this severe picture, I enjoyed my school days immensely. I
realize now in the
twilight of my educational career, that these nocturnal labors were not in
vain, and that I am now ready to enter the world well prepared. To my
devoted, self-sacrificing mother, I pen my first and last thanks for all
that I am or ever will be. May God bless and reward her fully! [10] Francis "Cuffy”
Cuthbert It was a lucky, lucky
day for the Cuthberts, the day I came to pay them a lengthy visit.
Certainly I was a blessing in disguise and out of disguise, destined to be
a great sucess (in what, I still don't know). When news of the child
prodigy was spread around, school authorities everywhere begged my parents
to send me to this and that institution, long before I was of school age.
However, my folks knew a Catholic education would be just the thing for
me. Therefore, St. Mary's was elected to enjoy the honor of my presence.
Year after year flew by, and before I was aware of it, grammar school was
in the background and high school in the foreground. I wish now, when it's
much too late, that it was just beginning instead of ending. I seemed to
have performed many a miracle in this jolly period of my life, chief of
which, is success in passing my subjects. Rather an
odd admission for a child prodigy to make, isn't it? Vincent "Red”
DeFelice
Introducing my life story at my first Alma Mater, St. Joseph's,
Lynn, I should mention that there I won no laurels in scholastics and
athletics, but contented myself with imbibing the "three R's" and
disporting with ease behind the
footlights at the "little theatre on Green Street." Since I had already
tasted the benefits of a Catholic education, I sought more at St. Mary's.
Scholastically speaking, I was thrilled to receive (as a freshman) the
impressive array of A's so graciously tendered me by my most generous
educators. The same year I became a professor. The occasion of this sudden
rise to fame was "Jimmy's Little Sister," a farce in the Parents' Night
Entertainment, justly famous through our fair city. With the next three
years came a series of triumphs and falls, mostly the latter. I learned to
speak French as no Frenchman ever did. Similarly, I found out, after
intensive mathematical study, that a straight line is the shortest
distance between two points. But now, as I leave
"good old St. Mary's" I should like to say with the immortal Lincoln, All
that I am or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother."
Joseph "Sharp” Delaney My haberdashery is
quite unique, and so my friends call me "Sharp." Besides this distinction,
I possess what I might call a few treasures, which in years to come it
will please me to remember. Notable among these, is the trip which I made
as a junior to the National Catholic Tournament in Chicago with our
basketball team. What a time we had, no one will ever know except those
fortunate enough to have been on the journey. As yet I have no
certain plans for the future, but I have always liked aeronautics, and
whereas this is playing such an important part in the future of our
country, I think I shall enter this field. There is one thing of
which I am certain, though, and that is that I owe all I have enjoyed and
all I hope to enjoy to the greatest mother and father in the world. [11] Thomas "T. D."
Dolan
According to all accepted methods of life writing, I should so pen
this autobiography that it would include my birth, family, environment,
and important events
of my career. Instead, I have chosen to enlighten you on some of the joys,
successes, and headaches that were mine. Picture my befuddled spirits when
I'd have only a study period in which to write a five-hundred word essay,
or when, at ten o'clock, I remembered there was a book report due on the
morrow. Yet, happier times were far more prevalent, as when I would pass a
brain-twisting "math" examination, or give a language translation
uninterrupted, or know my history dates and data. School also had its
hilarious episodes, especially those one-sided arguments I used to get
into against authority. Yes,
indeed, school was an interesting place! Whereupon I graduate with
undisclosed feelings. To say I am happy at leaving would cast false
impressions on my school career. To be sad, would seem I was afraid to
enter the world, which is most assuredly untrue, for I have great things
planned for myself. But perhaps I am conceited. Who knows! Joseph "Joe"
Donegan The undeniable fact of
my existence is sufficient evidence of my birth. That being so, I shall
not burden you with an account of my nativity. At five, I was enrolled in
St. Patrick's Grammar School. Immediately I began to amaze my teachers and
classmates with my remarkable ability to entertain myself, often paying
for my amusement with the forfeiture of many an hour of play at the end of
the day. Always growing, always gaining in wisdom, I finally won my
sheepskin.
I then went to St. Mary's Boys' High School where opportunities for
a complete education - physical, mental, and spiritual - were limitless.
My hopes were justified, for I found the school, its students, its
faculty, all that I could wish for. Indeed, the Sisters of St. Joseph
surpassed my highest expectations.
They certainly are worthy of their mission - the propagation of the word
of God, and the sowing of the seeds of Catholic philosophy in the minds of
school boys. To them I owe a great debt. Due to their tireless efforts I
am now graduating from one of the finest educational institutions of its
kind. Daniel “Deacon”
Donovan
In 1938, a notable event took place in my life. To increase my
knowledge, not my
mischievousness, I made my debut at this institution. My
freshman year, a
comparatively calm one, was spent entirely in studies. In my
sophomore term,
though, I burst forth in all my true colors, and obtained a berth on the
baseball team whereupon my pals bestowed on me the sobriquet, "Deacon,"
which I have borne since. Because sports appeal to me very much, my hobby
is to keep a sports file and scrap book. The national pastime,
baseball, is my pet
game; and the Brooklyn Dodgers, my favorite team. I also enjoy hockey at
which I swing a fair stick as a defense man. Not withstanding
sports, these four years in a Catholic school have accorded me,
besides a
splendid secular education, a firm foundation in my religion. I should
like to extend to my parents and the Sisters, my deepest appreciation for
giving me the
opportunity to obtain and capitalize on the only worthwhile
education today -
a Catholic one. [12] Arthur "Joe”
Doucette On the twenty-third
day of May, nineteen hundred twenty-four, there appeared in this world the
countenance of myself. During my earlier years, everything was foggy, due,
I suppose, to a bump on the head.
I entered grammar school and for the next eight years studied the
fundamentals of religion, reading, writing, and
arithmetic with the Sisters of St. Dominic. At the culmination of my
elementary education, my parents decided that I attend St. Mary's Boys'
High. As I entered the portals for the first time, I underwent the
sensation of passing from one age to another. Because of my genial manners
and winning personality, I managed during the ensuing four years to
acquire many friends. Now, as I cross the threshold for the last time, I
hope that I, like many of my predecessors, shall bring only honor
and glory to the name of Saint Mary's. Robert "Bob” Doyle
As I glance in retrospect over the few years of my life, several
pleasant memories
return to me. Among them looms forth a bright September morn in 1939, the
occasion of my knocking at the portals of St. Mary's for admittance to the
sophomore class, for I had been among the happy graduates of St.
John's Junior High in Swampscott. That year the pleasure of
performing in the
Parent's Night Program, held annually, was perhaps the zenith of the bliss
I experienced as a "wise fool.'' Likewise, the next year brought happy
adventures and, to my good fortune, many staunch comrades. Time fled.
Before I was aware of it, I was an "illustrious senior." Of all my school
years this was the best. Rehearsals and performance in "My New Curate"
will always be a source of fond recollection. My school days at an
end, I am quite conscious of my great debt to my parents and my teachers,
and so I depart determined to be a credit to them, ever mindful that
"actions speak louder than words." Robert "Skip” Dunn
In 1925, Mr. and Mrs. Dunn received into this world a bundle of
squalling humanity.
The world was characteristically oblivious of what, as time went on,
proved an event of tremendous importance - the nativity of a great man.
When little Robert reached the grammar school age, the grave matter
of my elementary education was entrusted to the Sisters of St. Dominic.
Terminating a
brilliant career at St. Patrick's, I was graduated - a shining
example of
Catholic grade-school education. To develop their son even further, my
parents enrolled me in this Citadel of Catholic Philosophy - Saint Mary's
High. Here, as a result of my chronic attendance at the school dances, I
acquired a
lustrous social polish. In spite of the severe handicap of lack of study,
I fought a gallant battle with the armies of the classical course. As I
now reminisce (with many a chuckle) I can safely say I have naught but
fond memories of my all-too-brief sojourn at St. Mary's. In closing, I
feel bound in conscience to assure my readers that any similarity
whatsoever to any living person (especially Robert Dunn) is purely
coincidental, and that any accusations in
regard to the veracity of this document are probably well grounded indeed.
[13] Joseph ''Eggie” Eggleston In all due humility, I
present some data on a rather unadventurous life. Number One - Ah well,
let's skip the Number One introduction; it reminds me too much of
outlining history. At the very advanced age of five, my wise mother loaned
her precious little pearl at a very high price to the "little red
schoolhouse" down the street a bit. Six years later, still a gem in my
mother's treasure chest, I was trotted off to St. Joseph's Institute. As
is to be expected, graduation was the result. In the fall, I was
first batter-up when the doors of St. Mary's opened to beckon me to enter. Bat
in hand, I accepted, determined to keep swinging. Eventually connecting, I
would be running freshman, sophomore, junior, and senior bases. Though
they sometimes seemed far apart and most difficult to reach, I
miraculously slid into home plate - graduation. Fortified with the same
determination to keep swinging well, I sadly make my departure from St.
Mary's to enter the huge diamond of life. Joseph ”Joe”
Farmer Being a shy, silent
member of the Class of '42, I have but little to say, but since I must,
I'll write a bit. I was born and bred in
Lynn. My early training was provided at St. Joseph's Institute, and
polished off with a secondary education at St. Mary's. From both I bear
away pleasant associations. There are many features of my high school
life, in particular, that I shall remember: that feeling of
proverbial greenness
of the freshman, when I was ignored and chastised by the upper classmen.
This was all in fun so I enjoyed it. Next, I was a second year man making
desperate efforts to master the accompanying curriculum. In my junior
year, I played a little basketball and baseball. Scholastically speaking,
"I went scientific" and found it very interesting. Hercules' labors were
play in comparison with my plugging when a senior. These
recollections make me
realize that I owe much to my parents who made it all possible. I am
anxious to prove I was worthy. Martin “Mart” Foley The world will long
remember the morning of October 4, 1924, for I deigned to honor the stage
of life with myself. My first recollection is not of this day, but of the
first one I spent in school. Once I arrived there, it took only eight
years for the Sisters of Notre Dame to give me a solid primary and
elementary training. In only four years, the Sisters of St. Joseph taught
me all they knew. I wonder!
Year by year life hurried by, leaving in its path a store of happy
memories and a
host of chuckles. And then I suddenly awoke to find myself a senior - in
the realm of all my youthful dreams. Here I became a man af fame; daily I
was summoned; always I was being sought, for I had been drafted to the
board of the National Youth Administration. As I recall it, I was on it
one day, off the next, and then back again. A good friend of mine, a
certain teacher, christened me "Typewriter Breaker," but I still insist
they were broken before I used them.
Now that all is said and done, I can truly say it was the best and
happiest part of
my young life. [14] Robert "Bo” Ford It has to come my
attention that a year book enthusiast seldom reads an edition with
pleasure until he knows the characteristics of those illustrated. To
gratify this curiosity so natural to the readers of these yearly
publications, I have written this account of my childhood and youth.
Born and brought up in Lynn, I attended the Sacred Heart Grammar
School. Culminating my stay here, I made my debut at St. Mary's. In no
time I came upon the startling discovery that by greatly curtailing the
amount of time usually spent in the pursuit of knowledge, I could
participate in baseball. Immediately I put my discovery to use, and
fortunately, while on the diamond made the acquaintance of many real
sportsmen. Thus these years of study and baseball (for the most part
baseball) fled by on wings of speed. Now, a senior, the
appreciation I feel compels me to pause and express a sincere "Thank you"
to those who made my life here all that it has been. I'm sorry that I must
leave it. William ''Pep” Gallagher Now that my high
school career has come to a close, I fully realize for the first time how
important these years have been, and of what benefit they will be to me in
the future. Strange as it may seem, while here I spent my first year
dreaming of the fourth; the sophomore year wishing for the senior; and my
third, just pining away with longing to be in the ranks of "The" members
of the school. Sillier still is the fact that now I dream, and wish, and
pine for the three years that have gone.
I have done nothing outstanding, it is true, but I'd like to be
remembered as a boy who did the little things well. Hoping I have made no
enemies, knowing that I have made many friends, I am ready to go into the
world. If I am a success, it will not be to my credit alone, but rather to
that of those who trained me so well - the Sisters of St. Joseph. In all
sincerity, I say "Thank you." My parents, too, have sacrificed to give me
a Catholic education. In
gratitude, I will prove it was not in vain. Joseph "Glen” Gately Timidly I edged my way
into the crowd gathered about the grounds on the first day of school in
1938. Eager and happy, I was here in search of a real good high school
education. Sincerely I must admit before I leave that it was even better
than I had hoped for. From the start I liked St. Mary's, despite the fact
that the seniors tried to rob me of my inalienable rights as a citizen of
the United States. Many months passed before I was brave enough to walk
about as though I were someone important in the school. Unsuccessful attempts
at being a "lady's man," ended in my joining the W. H. C., better known as
the Woman Haters' Club. I satisfied myself then with listening to the
music of my favorite orchestra - Glen Miller's. I also had my fun
following the basketball team and attending the dances. These were the
"good old days," but now they are gone and, like it or not, I must say
farewell. [15] Philip "Phil” Gately
Yes, the striking youth you are gazing at is none other than Philip
Gately, a product of St. Joseph's Institute and later intellectually
polished off at St. Mary's Boys' High.
Although quiet, I have found life thus far full of excitement. In
fact my high school years have well prepared me for entrance in the 1943
Marathon. Each
morning these past four years has found me trying to beat the 8:20 bell
and each afternoon trying to squeeze out the door before the janitor
locked up for the night. My last year, particularly, has been a "hurried"
one. Somehow I've never been able to catch up with our 80-mile-a-minute
teacher. By eleven o'clock each morning I was puffing and puffing from the
speed of our classroom and by two-fifteen consciousness had left me
entirely. Little wonder it took from two-fifteen until five to get my
breath back. And now I'm graduating - I think. It will be fun in days to
come to recall those days of perspiration - those days when we combined to
the utmost both studies and pleasure. God bless you all, dear teachers!
Adieu. Salvatore
“Pancho” Grassa On a cold autumn day,
October 25, 1923, to be exact, I came to earth bringing joy to my parents
because I was a boy. At six, I entered St.
Mary's Grammar School; at thirteen, I passed through the high school
doors. Now, in June 1942, I pass this way again. This time, however, I may
boast - increased in my knowledge of religion, English, bookkeeping and
many, many other fields. It cost me many a struggle but I persevered and I
conquered. I am glad now that I attended so many of the basketball and
baseball games, but it is with regret that I remember that my attendance
at the debates was so irregular. Graduation draws near
- very near. How happy I am; how thankful I am that I made it! When I leave I shall
be on my own. May God bless the good Sisters who saw to it that I was
faithful to my homework, and that I paid strict attention in school. May
God manifoldly reward my good parents. Edward "Hag”
Haggerty They tell me that I
was born. Being easy to convince, I believe them when they tell me my
birthday is September 28. I spent my childhood in the usual mischievous
sort of way, but took time out to go to school and behave myself. I spent
thirteen years, one above par, in working my way to the position of
senior. I had hopes of going to college, but the war has changed that. It
would probably take me another thirteen years anyway.
Graduation day will be a sad one, because the happy days at St.
Mary's will no longer be a reality; they will merely be pictures of the
memory. We shall then be on our own to make our way in life. Some will
join our armed forces, others will work at various occupations, and still
others will enter the religious life. But all will stand united in one
respect - loyalty and devotedness to St.
Mary's and all for which she stands. [16] John “Johnnie”
Hamson Only occasionally
guided by the all-knowing hands of the aloof seniors, I wandered dazedly
from place to place in the realms of Saint Mary's Boys' High in my
freshman days. All looked down on us poor, meek freshmen, and we became
accustomed, perforce, to an inferiority complex, until we were promoted to
the noble rank of sophomore.
Greatest of all my activities in this latter classification, was my
service to the celebrated school orchestra. In the coveted junior chair, I
began my business career in real earnest, and drummed on the keyboard of a
typewriter while reading the scintillating music of bookkeeping. Shorthand
fascinated me; soon my every little scratch became a word of meaning.
Social and athletic functions
came and went, with our class excelling in all fields. Again the end of
the term came, and we became the "roaring lions of the school" as
full-fledged seniors. Thus, as first degree
members of the Table Round, we now roamed the corridors fearlessly and
aimlessly wearing always an important but silly grin on our faces. "With
malice toward none," with gratitude toward all, and with a determination
to live up to the high ideals of our faculty, we now bid adieu. William "Bill”
Hartery This picture doesn't
flatter me in the least. The fact is, it doesn't even do me justice, and
so I feel that it will be necessary to introduce myself. I am "Bill"
Hartery, born and bred in Lynn, with the good fortune commencing for the
Lynnites on October 7, 1923. Surely this must have been the happiest day
in Lynn in many a year. I have always been a congenial lad and a brilliant
scholar. Now, tell me who could complain about me when I'm all this? My life here in the
big happy family was indeed a very jolly, yet most profitable one. Sadly I
leave to set forth on the sea of life. May the years to come find me
blessed with associates equally as fine as those of St. Mary's! John "Fluff”
Holland "He is a second
Edison," said my father to his friends. "I think he is going to bring me a
lot of trouble, but he is going to do this dark and dreary world a lot of good, too."
Rapidly my childhood passed; my first conscious memory is that of
entering St.
Mary's Grammar School. After eight years of hard climbing up that great
ladder of education, I eventually arrived at the parish high school. This
environment, at first, was all new to me, thus making me shy and
selfconscious, but
the Sisters soon aided me to conquer this, and I settled down to work in
order to reach the summit of my high school career. And at last it is
reached. In a few days, I shall leave forever happy memories, pleasant
associates, and dear friends. I am deeply grateful
to all who have made it possible for me to attain my present status. I
shall always endeavor to live up to the principles I have been taught and
try to bring credit to St. Mary's Boys' High School. [17] Francis
“Franny” Horgan
Whereas I was a Salemite and had a desire for a Catholic education,
I decided to forsake the "Witch City" training and entrust myself to a
Lynn institution - St. Mary's by name. How well I recall
those first dubious days when I was attempting to acclimate myself to a
new school. Never did I act so well; never did I more diligently apply my
entire knowledge of etiquette. I was trying to make a good impression on
the Sisters. Later I learned how I made out.
As I gradually became acquainted with St. Mary's and its occupants,
I found it to be a cheerful place, full of youthful vigor and enthusiasm.
Someone was always
being the recipient of a playful joke. Along with the happy moments were
blended the sad ones when exams came around.
Generously I contributed my services for debating once, but being
unaccepted, I
turned my talents to more appreciative avenues. In this lalter class falls
the N. Y. A. This, my year of
departure, I have spent unemployed (in more ways than in the N. Y. A.) so
as to further enjoy the comforts which a senior should possess. Roger “Jolly
Roger" Harth
An incident of dubious result came about when the Horth family
received into its
midst a "prize package" in the person of Little Roger. Before I arrived at
my present state of maturity, the number of "prize packages" in my family
was seventeen. My debt, then, to my parents for the ample
opportunities they
gave me is even greater than that of any of my classmates. Among these has
been a Catholic education at St. Joseph's Institute and St. Mary's High
School. Then, too, they encouraged me in my love for music, especially the
trumpet. Since I am a strong
believer in the philosophy, "Actions speak louder than words," I intend to
express my' appreciation by bringing them every joy and consolation in my
power. I pray for fidelity to my promise! Francis “Fran”
Keaney
The world was one mass of joy on the two hundredth and sixty-second
day of nineteen hundred twenty-four. Why? I was born.
Putting aside my toys for books, I went to St. Mary's Grammar
School when I was six. Having marked this period with only two major
events - receiving my
First Holy Communion and later the Sacrament of Confirmation - I found
myself on the threshold of graduation. In 1938, I began a
career of higher education at this illustrious school of industry under
the supervision of the Sisters of St. Joseph to whom I shall be forever
grateful. As a member of the commercial section of the Class of '42, I
learned to master shorthand, bookkeeping, and typewriting. The first three
years whizzed by; my last stole upon me. Its memories are precious to
recall, but too numerous to relate. As the ancient motto
goes, "All good things must come to an end," so also must my happy years
at St. Mary's terminate. To my parents and the Sisters, I express my
undying gratitude! [18] James “Jimmie”
Kerivan
Without a doubt, April 9, 1924 will always be remembered as an
historical event,
for on that day I, a second Napoleon, was introduced to the army called
Life. As I grew up, so I am told, I delighted in chewing wallpaper, which
fad continued until I was five. It was then interrupted when my mother
decided that I enter the Sacred Heart Grammar School. On becoming an
alumnus of that institute, I matriculated at Saint Mary's Boys' High
School.
After being shoved around considerably as a freshman, I thought I'd
do the pushing for a change, and, believe it or not, when a sophomore I
unconsciously chose
a senior for my first victim. That incident taught me one thing - don't be
fooled by size, for sometimes seniors are no bigger than freshmen! Of all
my school days, my junior year - perhaps because I attended my first
"prom" - was the best. When a senior, I took part in school dramas which I
enjoyed immensely. As I close my life in high school, I sincerely want to
thank the priests and Sisters, and all who made these four years the
happiest of my life. I do not know how I will ever repay my parents. May
God give them His best! John ''Kingie”
King
I was born a King and hope to die a King, but so far I have been
able to find no realms to rule! The age of reason found me registering at
our parish grammar school, and the age of wisdom, furthering my education
at the parish high school. Throughout these years I've done nothing to
make the headlines of either a school or local paper, but I've been happy
every minute of my life. I've found enjoyment in studying, in attending
classes, in sports, in music, in dancing, in everything that has come my
way. No, perhaps I'm not a
model youth, but I am a happy one! And now I'm about to
enter the business world. With me I carry the same heart, full of mirth;
of hopes of success; of joy of anticipation. The only dark shadow is my
inability to take all my friends along too. But may they, who have imbibed
this happiness with me, continue to find peace and contentment by living
according to the principles fostered by the faculty of S. M. B. H. Thomas ''Legs”
Leahy
When you turn on the radio and hear the announcer say - "Something
new has been added to Old Golds," and you
are thrilled, just apply the same reaction to the Leahy family on November
20, 1924. That's when "yours truly" began life. I suppose being a coddled
infant was fun, but I am not equipped to talk about it, for I have no
remembrance of my early days other than my first appearance at the Sacred
Heart Grammar School. My memory now fails me until, when in the seventh
grade, I transferred to St. Mary's for my schooling. Quick disposal of my
talents in the seventh and eight grades led to my honoring the High School
with myself. Recollection of my stay here calls to mind many serious and
also many humorous incidents. It was a grand adventure and a jolly part of
my life. Like the rest of the Sancta Maria correspondents, I didn't have enough wisdom
to thoroughly appreciate it along the way. Only now when the end is
inevitable, do I realize with my elders, that school days are the best
part of one's life. [19] Robert "Blitz"
LeBlanc
As they say in books, "I first saw the light of day" on April 27,
1925, at 46 Grove Street, Lynn. My parents were honest, humble,
hardworking people of modest circumstances, who gave all possible to their
seven children. Together they
spared no sacrifice that we might have all we needed. May I ever be
grateful! Like most people, I
recall very little of my first five years. Yet I distinctly remember being
slapped for crawling to the ice chest and burying my fat hands in the
cranberry sauce therein. The sauce tasted good, but my hands stung too.
At five I went to the
Tracy School; at eleven, I progressed to Breed Junior High. While in the
public school, I made the grade, but always felt there was something
missing, so I decided upon St. Mary's for the remainder of my school life.
Three years in this splendid institution have gone very quickly; it will
grieve me to leave. Perhaps my weakness for sports and my fondness for my
many school pals will compensate somewhat and help a little to keep me St.
Mary's minded. I sincerely hope so! Donald "Scotty”
MacPherson I was born, some
seventeen years ago, amply blessed with all the cherubic innocence and
vocal abilities characteristic of the average newborn babe. When of proper
age, I entered St. Mary's Grammer School. Two years later, I experienced
the greatest happiness of my life when I received my first Holy Communion
from the hands of our pastor, The Right Reverend Monsignor McGlinchey.
Geography was my favorite study in the grammar school, for it gave
me opportunity to travel to Timbuktu, Bagdad, Kabul, in fast most
anywhere, without even stirring from my chair. At St. Mary's Boys' High, I
found chemistry and
English rivaled my early preference for geography. My likeness for
chemistry has induced me to choose pharmacy as my life's work. This month
I take my leave of St. Mary's with a happy and grateful heart - happy
because of what I have accomplished, and grateful to those who made it
possible. Thomas
''Mickey” Maguire
The arrival of a bouncing boy – myself - brightened the Maguire
household on May 2,
1925. Leading a normal -
that is almost normal - young lad's life, I went to school. In high
school, the thought of attending the school dances fascinated me, so I set
out, when a freshman, to put all the "sharps" in the background; I
centered my attention on one fair maiden, even though she refused to dance
with me. Gosh! could I help it if I forgot to check my overshoes? My first
sophomore adventure was to tackle the studies with much industry. Rarely
did I miss a ball game, and went so far as to become a baseball manager.
My, my, how time flies! A few sentences back, I was a freshman, and now
look at me, I'm a junior! Like the Maguire of my early days, I stole all
the girls' hearts again, and made the "fellas" sad. Now I'm a senior;
study, sleep, and socials make up my life.
This picture of my career sounds more like a terpsichorean program
than a scholastic one. Indeed it was anything but! I studied hard; got
good marks; and learned a great deal. Only now, when it's over, do I fully
realize how
fortunate I was to attend S. M. B. H.! [20] Robert "Bob"
Mahan Awed by the sea of
strange faces, I timidly made my way into church to assist at the Mass of
the Holy Ghost on September 7, 1938. The strange sensation that gripped me
at this initial exercise of my first year in high school was partially
relieved by the address of Monsignor McGlinchey. Still feeling somewhat
out of place, I passed through the archway of knowledge and made my way to
my future home, Room One. While only a little
"frosh," I rendered my valuable services as trumpeter to the school
orchestra; In my second year, I was thought to be another Brutus because
of the way I mangled Caesar, both in English and in Latin. Meanwhile
the montony of school life was relieved by frequent trips to Skiers'
Paradise in the White Mountains. Here, under the guidance of experts, I
became master of some intricate maneuvers. It was as a senior that I
obtained my stately attitude, and began to see school in its true light.
It is the senior year, they claim, that makes or breaks one - I am happy
to say that it made me. With this to my advantage, I leave St. Mary's to
enter the world, bent on success. Edward "Eddie”
Mahoney This world of ours was
a much better place to live in after I came along. Fortunately for all
within, I graced a number of schools; among them, the Edgerly, Hanscom,
Prescott, Chandler, Pope, and Northeastern Junior High in the grand and
glorious City of Somerville. In Lynn, St. Mary's was the only scene of
education blessed with my presence. I'll admit that my first year here was
not particularly pleasant, for I came from a type of teaching
entirely different from that of the Sisters of St. Joseph whose
method is far superior. Then too I was new in this part of the world and
my friends were few. However, in my second
year I made several fine friendships that I hope to keep forever. My chief
occupation has been getting myself in and out of trouble. I'm not going to
say I liked every subject, for that would be a lie. In year number one I
lost weight from fear every time the Spanish period came around. Year
number two was a repetition in the Spanish line; the only difference being
that I succeeded in flunking it this time. This year bookkeeping is
my bugbear. Yes, to me can justly be applied the quotation, "Money is the
root of all evil." Robert ''Bob”
Martel Laughter, talking,
music, crying ! This aptly describes the confusion in the Martel household
on the twelfth of March, A.D. 1925, the day I arrived. I remember it as
though it were only a couple of years ago! The first five years
of my life were plelsant ones - then came school. i labored through eight
years in St. Mary's Grammar School, not having the slightest idea of what
was to follow, Then came Robert, a freshman, whose mind was amazed at the
new method of pedagogy; of various teachers; various class rooms,
and, to add to my misery, new subjects. After uneventful
sophomore and junior years, I reached the peak of my St. Mary's career -
the senior ranks. A twelve-year dream was at last realized! And here I
find myself now, grateful to all those who had a hand in guiding me
through this maze called Life. As I gaze down the years of molding, I find
I had most of my happiness in the junior and senior classes here in our
dear old St. Mary's Boys' High. [21] Thomas
"Commodore" McDonough In September, 1938,
the unassuming character illustrated at the left, arrived at St. Mary's
Boys' High and crossed the threshold thinking himself quite wonderful
because he belonged to that select set donning their first long trousers
and being called freshmen. Shortly, I found myself disillusioned in my
fancies, as I was rudely swept into the maelstrom of studies which
represented the "horarium" at said institution of learning. Mid
diligent application to my studies, I found I held a slight
preference for geometry and physics over the other subjects which
comprised my high school course. Though I was not an active participant in
school athletics, they held a great fascination for me as I avidly
followed our sports contests. Ships and the sea
frequently claimed my interest when I was not perusing Shakespeare or
conjugating Latin verbs. With this hobby as a medium, I made numerous
acquaintances in my aquatic ambulations. With deep regret I
take my leave of this honored edifice of which I treasure scores of happy
memories. Joseph "Mike"
McGuire Scholastically
speaking, I might be said to be a bit of a success but for one pitfall -
math. For as the knights of old were haunted by dragons, so I was pursued
by these same loathsome monsters who ravaged classrooms under the genus of
plane and solid geometry, accompanied by higher algebra, their odious
offspring. Physically, I am not much in the way of a muscular man. To
those who are curious about my stature, I have only to say I am of a
medium height, lean, and blonde. Hence, the absence of my name from the
roster of my Alma Mater's great athletes. Despite these obstacles, life at
St. Mary's moved on quickly and evenly like the functioning of a big,
happy family. Not being endowed with
prophetic powers, like those of the oracles of old, I make no comment on
my future or that of my classmates. Needless to add, whatever our station
in life, we shall always be true to the school in which we prepared for
the hectic struggles of our hidden life. Too, we shall cherish always the
memories of those days when we prepared for life's battles in the
West Point of our life, St. Mary's. John "Paddy"
McMahon "What manner of man is
this"? Thus the casual reader may question, his attention arrested by the
accompanying photograph. Such being the case, I feel obligated to write my
life's story. Some eighteen years
ago, as a chubby little citizen, I graced this city. My early years of
carefree bliss at a close, I once again graciously made an entrance - this
time in the first grade of St. Mary's Grammar School. Here I developed the
quiet, retiring manner that even today is my most prominent
characteristic. In due time the first milestone was realized and John
McMahon eagerly reached for his hard-earned diploma. As an inconspicuous
underclassman at the Boys' High School, I was somewhat successful. When a
more sophisticated senior, I collected swing records and delved into
photography. Form your own opinions on the presence or absence of
success! Though my road ahead be labyrinthine and far removed, I leave,
set on loyalty to St. Mary's. [22] John "Moon"
Murray When the weather man
recorded July 20, 1924 as the hottest day for that date in twenty years,
Little John came to stay with the Murray family. Little did they
understand that one day he would be one of the brightest pupils ever
to attend St. Mary's Boys' High. Even when I was a mere tot at St.
Patrick's, I revealed presidential possibilities (that is, almost).
Definitely I made my worth known at St. Mary's, though I was always an
unassuming little creature. Onward through the winding avenues of life I
sped - first as a freshman, bullied by the mighty seniors; now a
sophomore, gaining some dignity; now a high-minded junior, and eventually,
one of the finest students in the Class of 1942. Speedily I wend my
way toward graduation - the day that will mark forever the closing of
the door on happy, carefree boyhood; on cherished classmates and teachers;
and the opening of the gate that leads to thoughtful, responsible manhood
and a host of business associates. Lloyd ''Buck''
Murray It was in the fall of
'39 that I came to St. Mary's to join the scientific sophomores. When I
stepped across the threshold and discerned the universal happiness of
the students, and sensed the limitless benevolence of the Sisters, I
realized immediately that verily this was the school for me. It's a common
expression that "First impressions are lasting." Certainly it was true in
this case, for my initial judgment was soon confirmed. As time went on, I
made the inevitable acquaintance of Caesar and his Commentaries on the Gallic Wars, Lavoisier and his
laws of science, and Shakespeare and his
immortal works. Oddly enough, it seemed that these eminent gentlemen and I
had nothing in common, yet I courageously plodded on in their company to
the bitter end. As I leave St. Mary's'
and the Sisters of St. Joseph, I sincerely pray that God will continue to
bless their work. To my parents, I humbly say
"Thank you," and promise to strive to live
according to the standards set before me. Francis "Wank”
Nagle Never allowing my
scholastic diligence to hinder my aspirations in the field of sports, I
found that by combining study and pleasure, high school life could really
be made bearable. In my freshman year I heard the call for baseball
candidates and, collecting my battle-scarred equipment, valiantly
journeyed off to the wars. Despite my physical minuteness, a baseball
uniform was tendered me. On the basketball court also success was mine.
Throughout high school, I carried very much the same program. So the four
years have slipped by speedily - oh, so speedily - and now it is the eve
of graduation. I must leave this school where I thought that life was
merely bearable! It is only now I appreciate fully how wonderful it really
is! I am loath to say goodbye, yet I must. So farewell, everybody, I
bid you adieu; and I thank you, to whom I am indebted, from the bottom of
my heart. [23] George "Met"
Niles Guards stood at
attention; kings bowed; people swarmed the thoroughfares; and all
because I, George Melvin Niles, was born! Hardly did my parents
realize then that I was destined to be a star in the establishment from
which I now unwillingly make my exit. To be truthful, I should add - the
star that didn't shine! In grammar school, I
was the envy of all my pals, because all the girls flocked about me - to
try on my glasses. My greatest joy in high school was my trip to Chicago
with the basketball team to play in the National Catholic Tournament.
Though our team was polite enough not to greedily carry away top honors,
we gave a good account of Father McDonnell's and Mr. Kennedy's hard
work. The greatest thrills of this year are still in store - the Prom,
Class Night, and Graduation. Before I say goodbye
forever to these adolescent scenes, I wish to state publicly that I could
never have been so happy in any other school. As for the Sisters, there
are no better anywhere! George “O’Bie”
O’Brien I am and have been
alive since May 19, 1925. My existence has been a cause of sorrow to my
parents, friends, and teachers. To give you a complete picture of myself,
I should disclose my hobby, nickname, and ambitions. My nickname is
impossible to spell correctly - my hobby is to keep away from any work
which my ambition might encounter! My childhood was
normal. I walked, talked, saw, heard, and ate. After eight years in
grammar school, during which time I dreamed of being a high school man, I
found myself entering the portals of St. Mary's High. The freshman year
found me hopeful; the sophomore, found me worried; the junior, found me
discouraged, but the senior year found me triumphant. And now after four
years under the protection of friendly St. Mary's High, I find myself
about to enter the wide, and at present, troubled world, to do or die. If
I succeed in future endeavors, the credit should go to my good mother, the
priests, and the Sisters of St. Joseph who patiently and thoroughly
instructed me and prepared me to give a good account of myself in the
struggle for existence. Charles
"Shoesy" O'Donnell Compared with the
lives of other famous men, mine is rather lacking in glamor. Slightly more
than seventeen years back from the printing of this manuscript, I first
saw the light of God's earth. From the start, I was a husky soul; before
long my general appearance could easily be compared to a large sphere.
It was St. Patrick's
Grammar School that first enjoyed the honor of tutoring me in my
thirst for knowledge. Here, in the fashion of a phenomenon I matured into
a bright young fellow, and acquired many friends to whom I was known as
"Charley Horse." Suddenly graduation came and enrollment at St. Mary's
followed. Enthusiasts of dramatics at St. Mary's enjoyed my acting, as
anything from a chic young lady to a devout Jesuit novice. I also found
time for sports and the devotion of endless hours to study.
Consequently, I grew in wisdom and character to match my robust
physique. From the present I
must pass to the future, a barrier over which I shall step and over which
I shall triumph, armed with the weapons endowed me by the priests and
Sisters of St. Mary's. [24] Henry “Ozzie”
Ouelette My arrival in Salem on
September 12, 1924, was just another one of the minor events in the day's
happenings, I was destined, nevertheless, for an adventurous future,
though thus far none have gazed enviously on my exploits, Young and
irresponsible at the age of thirteen, I made my formal entrance at St
Mary's; older and wiser at seventeen, I make my exit In the first year I
acquired a reputation for falling asleep at the most unusual places and at
the most unusual times, At the same time, however, when removed from this
state of somnambulism, I made some fine friends, A review of my
educational career brings the recollection that along the way my principal
desire was graduation, but now I find myself wishing for the prolongation
of these blissful years. They have been happy because of the pleasantness
of the teachers with whom I had intercourse, and also because of the
friendly attitude of my classmates. Sadly I bid adieu, for I am sorry it
has ended so quickly. John "Staller"
Regan Upon reviewing my life
thus far, I find that God has blessed me in many ways. Most notable among
His endowments to me is my faith, which gift is mine because of my birth
into a fine Catholic family. From childhood my good parents taught me to
live as they did, in the love and fear of God. Because they were
self-sacrificing, they educated me, as a child and as a youth, in a
Catholic school. Thus, in the autumn of 1930, I began to bore my way
through the huge mountain of learning and emerged eight years later, ready
for the next step - entrance into high school. Faced now with a greater
intellectual incline to ascend, I spent my happiest hours (with cloudy
ones appearing only with the issuance of report cards) at St Mary's Boys'
High, I was a member of neither the baseball nor the basketball squads,
but that was only because they had no uniforms to suit my fastidious
taste. As I conclude my
review, I realize that St Mary's has given me all those gifts for which I
ever dared to hope: ambition, education, friends, loyalty, and the
grandest of memories. St Mary's, I am grateful! John "Scal”
Scally I have been led to
believe that I was born in Lynn, but owing to my blissful ignorance
at the time, I am quite unable to argue this point intelligently. My
scholastic life was begun at the bottom of St Mary's "Ladder of Success."
After what seemed years (eight to be exact), I was graduated to high
school. The trials that accost
any newly initiated student were mine too, yet it was a very enjoyable
term. Summer vacation - ah, yes - then back to school and the sophomore
semesters. A new term, a new teacher, and new books (bless 'em). These,
plus different attitudes toward just about everything, constituted my days
as a "wise fool." When a junior, my acting ability was at last recognized.
As a result, I was made general helper and curtain closer extraordinary in
the very first play. Then came the call for basketball. For this, I was
one of the first candidates to appear and, incidentally, among the first
to disappear. My senior year is an unwritten chapter, and not having been
blessed with psychic ability, I must end this autobiographical resume as
abruptly as it was begun. [25] Joseph "Smoky”
Scanlon The peace and serenity
of the ancient and honorable Scanlon family was emphatically destroyed
with the advent of Joseph. At the attainment of the use of reason
(theoretically, at least) I entered the Sacred Heart Grammar School. Bursting with pride at
the phenomenal success that was mine (graduation from grammar school
after only eight years), I felt that the trials and tribulations already
weighing on the shoulders of the Sisters of St. Joseph were not enough so,
in order to insure them beyond a doubt of sanctity, I enrolled at St.
Mary's Boys' High. Once here I became aware of the alarming fact that
report cards were issued regularly every two months. I say unto you that
the weeping and wailing of Rachael was as nothing compared with the grief
and lamentation in the Scanlon household on report card day. Yet, as a St.
Mary's Alumnus, I shall recall my high school days with genuine love and
heartfelt gratitude, for I'm really not quite so bad as I painted myself.
Arthur “Art”
Shaughnessy In my opinion, an
autobiography should not be filled with the letter "I." This literary
effort should be about the two people who have made it possible for me to
obtain the splendid Catholic education which has been offered to me at St.
Mary's during my three year stay in this school. After a nine year sojourn
in public schools, I entered Saint Mary's. And now, through the untold
sacrifices of my parents, I am about to graduate, having completed three
very happy years - the last being the greatest. When I receive my diploma,
I know the happiness of Mother and Dad will equal mine. I realize now as never
before how wise my judges were when they "sentenced" me to the Boys' High
School and I hope that I shall be able to repay them in the very near
future. Leo "Chopper”
Shea Perhaps it would
interest you, my readers, to know that on August 14, 1924, I came to earth
in search of God and fortune. Like the rest of mankind, I went to school.
Unlike some, I received my education at St. Mary's Grammar and High. On
wings of speed fled my early schooling. Then came the period for which I
had always longed-high school days. At first they were strange and
different from those of grammar school, because there we remained all day
in one classroom, while in high school we changed rooms. Soon, however, I
became acclimated and joined in with the other eager freshmen in all
activities. My fondest high school dream is of my trip to Chicago with the
basketball team. This joy was the result of a splendid local record we had
established by winning twenty-three out of twenty-four games. These high
school years have been the happiest of my life. Swiftly, gently, they
glided past as a warm breeze on a balmy night. I sincerely thank each
and everyone of my teachers. It is they who made school such a joy! [26] James "Jim”
Slattery The City of Salem
welcomed my birth in the year 1924, but it was the City of Beverly that
was awarded the privilege of enjoying my subsequent years. When my parents
migrated here, I lost contact with many of my friends, and became inclined
to solitude. My entrance into St. Mary's High was the remedy I needed,
because there life began anew. School was pleasant, and although I
wasn't first in the class at all times, I managed to maintain a standing
all my own. Well, anyway, I'm graduating! Because of my pranks and
mistakes, I was frequently "on the carpet," so much so, that I bad to
obtain one for my own private use. Despite my belying attitude, I
have looked forward to graduation, which joyous event is almost here. It
will be a great thrill and an honor to depart from St. Mary's holding on
"for dear life," to my dipolma. I gratefully attribute the wealth that a
St. Mary's education gives one, to my good parents and faithful teachers.
John "Little
John” Snell On September 7, 1939,
I entered St. Mary's Boys' High as a sophomore, and thus embarked upon the
three best years of my scholastic life. As a classical student, I
soon found myself entangled in the maze of nouns, verbs, declensions,
conjugations and other intricacies of French and Latin. The squares and
triangles of geometry contributed no small measure of stumbling blocks
also. The next fall, as a junior, I enjoyed generating gases and solving
formulae. Sir Roger deCoverley amused me, but Mr. Wentworth puzzled
me. Dances and other pleasant events rounded out this, my junior year. And
then came the long dreamed of senior day, and with it more joys and
privileges. Time seemed to fly as graduation came in sight. Now my school days are
actually over, and I go forth to reap the fruit of the seeds sown. I only
ask that the years to come be as replete in joy and friends as the past
has been. James "Dude”
Sullivan Astronomers claim that
my arrival on this planet, not so many years ago, was heralded by the
appearance of a new comet in the Solar System. Be that as it may, I
rapidly grew into a mischievous young schoolboy who revelled in putting
tacks on chairs, sticking gum in boys' hair, pouring ink on books, and
other such nonsensical pranks. When at last the day for my departure for
an institution of higher learning came, everyone was happy. Disdainfully I entered
the parish high school, but the good example of the solemn-faced seniors
soon drowned my mischievous emotions, and I became a convert to good
behavior. Great was my indignation when I was given the feminine lead in
the "frosh" play; yet under the admiring glances of the male audience, I
almost wished I were a girl. In my sophomore, junior, and senior stretch,
I also participated in drama - comic and tragic. Today I am completing the
first act of the greatest drama, Life. Being a composite of comedy and
tragedy, it proved most interesting indeed. Now, upon leaving St. Mary's,
I sincerely hope that the succeeding episodes of this play are as
favorable and as happy. [27] Philip ''Boris”
Sullivan Like five more of my
classmates, I too came to St. Mary's from the famed "City of the Witches,"
- Salem. Having stepped forward, as a result, to meet mathematics, Greek,
Latin, and English, as a baseball player does to face a pitcher, my time
was well occupied. Thus the first three years of my high school career
flew by like the second hand of a clock, and I rather suddenly
reached my goal, seniorhood. For three years, I
fought my worst battles, Greek translation and com position. During this
same period, I was being skillfully molded into an excellent Catholic
gentleman. Now in my senior regime, I begin to show fruits of the labors
of Father McGlinchey and the beloved Sisters. To my dear mother who
gave me the opportunity of such an excellent education, I will be
eternally grateful. May God reward her for it! William ''Bill”
Sullivan Cool, autumnal breezes
brushed along the slopes of Gallows Hill in the late September of 1923. In
this particular section, and at this particular time of year when most
flowers and shrubs cease to exist, there came a new bud. But, alas I it
was not a primrose or a violet, but a baby boy-a son had come to a small
house on the slopes of the windswept hill. Unlike the average
American youth, little "Bill" - the author of this most accurate document
- made rapid strides in his early education as he "advanced in wisdom
and in age." I spent most of my happy life in my native town, the "Witch
City." But one day, in September 1937, I ventured upon new seas, those
that led to high school. Being adventurous, I yearned to travel away off
to the city of electricity, and so I did. The consequence was
enrollment at St. Mary's Boys' High School, followed by what seemed
like a marathon through a few pleasant years of Latin, English, and
the rest. I ran the marathon, won the prize, and here I am, sheepskin in
hand, about to venture into the unknown future to find out what it
holds for me. Raymond "Chuck”
Sweeney There's nothing very
unusual about this life of mine; it was quite like that of any other boy.
After eight years in the Salton stall School in Salem, I transferred to
St. Mary's. Immediately, the clever Sisters recognized my true worth and
were no time in putting my talents to good use. It took them only four
years to transform me from a chubby schoolboy to a black, black mammy,
thence to an Irish peasant, and eventually to a wandering Arab. My
waistline easily convinces the greatest skeptic that I didn't mind one bit
eating a cake in our sophomore Parents' Night Show. However, I really
didn't relish turning coal black tor the same occasion a year later. Being
an Irishman and an Arab all in one year (my last, naturally) was loads of
fun and much cleaner. Between the acts, I
studied so hard that I practically murdered the so-called art of a certain
M. T. Cicero. I must admit, though, that I really improved the dramatic
productions of William Shakespeare and the beauty of the narrative
creations of John Milton. And now it's June,
time for a diploma. With the gracious assistance of all the powers above,
I'll get one. In a hurry I'll dash forth to make my name in the world,
before anyone realizes it is a mistake. [28] William “Bill”
Thomas Excitement all around;
joy bursting from every flower; birds singing gaily - why? - I was born.
Don't be disappointed; I didn't mean to cause such a fuss. But it seems
that ever since that great day, I've always caused excitement one way or
another. Gliding happily
through childhood and youth, I suddenly found myself at the entrance of
St. Mary's Boys' High School. Like the rest, I began with the freshman
year. Oh! what a happy one. Though a meek and somewhat frightened
individual, I made friends with all my classmates (I hope). Disappointed,
yet happy, I awoke from what seemed to be a dream, and found myself a
conceited sophomore. Now I thought I was the sole owner of the school, but
then I suppose all silly sophomores think this at first. Junior year came
and went; and next - my conversion into a dignified senior. Now that I am to
graduate, I look into the happy, though sometimes dismal past, and
appreciate how lucky I was to obtain a Catholic high school education. How
good the Sisters are is beyond my power to describe. I wish it were in my
power to repay them all I owe! Joseph “Joe”
Twomey After a miraculous
finish at St. Mary's Grammar School, I took off for another flight to be
miraculously ended with graduation from S. M. B. H. S. Even when a
freshman I liked to dance, and found time to make a glamorous debut at the
first school social. During my second year I ascended to spectacular
heights when elected Class Treasurer, and when, despite my small size, I
was awarded a basketball suit. As a junior, I was a "heart breaker." So
many were disappointed when I did not escort them to the Prom that I
adopted a new motto - Why make only one woman happy? This kept them all
contented. Eventually my bill was filed, voted upon, and declared valid;
whereupon, I was elected a senior. Then physics, mathematics, and the rest
caused me many a worry. Yet my memories are only happy ones. Consequently,
I should like to stay longer within these halls, but must go forth to
public life. If success is mine, I attribute it to devoted parents and
teachers. Ralph “Ralpho”
Wall Endowed with
fine Catholic parents and armed with the advantages of a good grammar
school education, I applied at St. Mary's some four years ago, a
bewildered but none the less enterprising freshman, consumed with an urge
to astound both teacher and schoolmate. Soon my aspirations for success
were challenged by Greek, Latin, and English which, after considerable
plugging, I finally defeated. The marks of the conflict will always be to
my advantage. Study, however, was
not my sole occupation. Athletics and dramatics were also prominent in my
curriculum. Seniordom marked the zenith of my high school sojourn, for
there I was chosen one of the leaders to guide the Class of '42 onward to
new, hitherto unconquered heights. Now, approaching the finale of my high
school life, I shudder at the thought that it is over. I implore God that
some day in eternity when the final curtain has dropped on the stage of
life, these joyous days may again be enacted with Him as our principal
Friend and Guide. [29] Walter "Walla”
Wanelik I made my life what I
wanted it to be, and spent my early childhood roaming the freight yards
and city streets of West Lynn! My early education began in a public
school, but because of my parents' better judgment, I later entered St.
Mary's Parochial School. At first I was very shy but after I became better
acquainted with my chums, life became miserable for the Sisters of Notre
Dame. It was a laborious task but I finally completed the eight years of
grammar school, which ended in a diploma for me and a sigh of relief from
the Sisters. My next stop was as a
freshman in St. Mary's Boys' High. Here, as before, I was shy, but I soon
overcame this trait and got down to business. This was a very strenuous
year with very many scoldings and headaches. My opinion was that all
Sisters were "cranks" but as time went on I altered my judgment. Strange
to say, my sophomore and junior years glided by more peacefully. Then came
my last year - a truly short, happy year. And now I'm sorry to say goodbye
and sorry, too, for all the trouble I caused as a mischievous child. James "Jim”
Whelan It gives me great
pleasure to introduce myself - none other than THE "Jim" Whelan about whom
you've heard so much. I am the only son of Mr. and Mrs. Whelan of the
Hollingsworth Street Whelans! At present I am seventeen, five feet-ten
inches, and weigh about 165 pounds. My school record is yet to be
excelled. Take it any way you like! Really though, my average in school
for the past four years at St. Mary's has been 993/4 with the other 1/4 being lost between
Hollingsworth Street and the Boys' High. Like the average student, I am
just crazy about homework. Big joke, everyone laugh! In athlelics, I have
been fortunate to come under the guidance of Father McDonnell. I thank him
from the very depths of my heart and can only say that the boys who have
yet to play under him, will indeed be lucky. In Father McGlinchey, I have
found a real true friend, to whom I can talk and from whom I receive
worth-while advice. I am sure that I am not speaking only for myself when
I say that we were blessed in having Father as an adviser. All in all, my career
at St. Mary's has been very enjoyable, very en lightening. I treasure my
every thought of the great institute! [30] JUNIOR A President - HARRY STINSON Vice-President - CHARLES OWENS Treasurer - FRANCIS DENNESEN Secretary - JOHN DOYLE First Row: Robert Staid, Giles Willett, Francis Scally, Hubert
Quinn, John Doyle, Frederick Martin, George Laubner, Francis Rennick,
Charles Mullen Second Row: Charles Owens, Daniel Moran, Harry Stinson, Francis
Stickney, Leo MacKillop, Paul Lauzon, Francis Pierce, James Doyle, George
Bourgault Third Row: Daniel O'Neill, John Francis, John Boyle, Robert
Sullivan, Henry McGuire, Leroy Doane, Francis Dennesen Fourth Row: James O'Hara, Thomas Gilday, John O'Malley, Philip
O'Donnell, Robert Davis, William Bransfield Fifth Row: Francis Lawrence, Frank Welch, Robert Waters, Thomas
Kiley, Joseph Connolly [31] JUNIOR B President - WILLIAM DEVITT Vice-President - JOSEPH MARTIN Treasurer - EUGENE MARTIN Secretary - ADOLPHE AMIRAULT First Row: Francis Nolan, John Cuthbert, Daniel Flynn, Edward
Carroll, Adolphe Amirault, Francis Smith, Philip Murray, Kenneth O'Brien,
James Nagle Second Row: Martin McDonough, Edward Hogan, Edmund Gauthier,
George Reynolds, Joseph Martin, Martin Doyle, Raymond Dallaire, Paul
Deschamps, Arthur Schindler Third Row: Hugh McManus, Harold McLaughlin, Eugene Martin, Edward
Hart, Albert Landry, Robert Fifield, Henry Deighan, Robert Ludden Fourth Row: John Callahan, Hugh Casey, Aloysius Witzell, Donald
McCormack, Francis Hannaway, Wilbur Brisson, Edward Bresnahan Fifth Row: William Devitt, Louis Curdo, James Cotter, Leonard
Gosselin, James O'Shea, Herbert Farmer [32] JUNIOR C President - SYDNEY JAMIESON Vice-President - JOHN SMITH Treasurer - THOMAS CARRITTE Secretary - EDMUND McGRATH First Row: Robert Kingsley, William Sullivan, Charles Hoffman,
Edmund McGrath, Sydney Jamieson, Thomas Carritte, John Smith, William O'Donnell, George
Theriault Second Row: Roland Sonia, James Jordan, John O'Donnell, William
Harvey, Robert O'Brien, Laurence Gayron, John Fenton, Francis Hall. Third Row: Joseph Kane, Andrew Harank, Robert Frawley, John E.
O'Brien, Harold Gately, James Noone, John A. O'Brien Fomth Row: Richard Larkin, John Corcoran, John Casey, Thomas
Birmingham [33] SOPHOMORE A President - LEO MAcDONALD Vice-President - THOMAS DOUCETTE Treasurer - PAUL DUFF Secretary - RICHARD MACPHERSON First Row: Robert St. Pierre, Richard Lynch, Gerald Laughlin,
Joseph Doherty, Leo MacDonald, Thomas Doucette, Thomas Broderick, Richard
MacPherson, William Connolly Second Row: Richard LeBlanc, John McDermott, Richard Carr, Jean
Marmen, Paul Duff, Francis Delaney, Thomas Fitzpatrick, Gerald Pashby.
Third Row: John Hever, Robert Swanson, Roland Bedard, Charles
Grondin, John McLaughlin, Philip Doyle, Edward Mahoney Fourth Row: Francis McCabe, Edward Fornari, Daniel Horgan, Graham
Killion, Edward Burrell, John Reeves, John Valeri [34] SOPHOMORE B President - PAUL ROACH Vice-President - GEORGE COLE Treasurer - HERBERT STACKHOUSE Secretary - ROBERT WALL First Row: Edward Harvey, Edward Shanahan, Francis Farmer, Edward
Cahill, Robert Thomas, Charles McManus, Kenneth O'Donnell, Paul Bonnevie,
William Anderson Second Row: William Farrell, Paul Collins, John Hickey, John Carr,
Roland Marcaurelle, John Horgan, Philip Belliveau, Alfred Belliveau,
Eugene Fournier, Francis Morrill, Alcide LeBlanc, Paul Roach, William
Jenkins Third Row: Gerald Melanson, John Donovan, Robert Caron, John
Foley, Kenneth Quirk, John Reynolds, Robert Wall, James Wiswall, Charles
Taylor, Joseph Dowling Fourth Row: William Tansey, Albert Andrews, Francis Morrison,
Robert Mahoney, Edward Donahue, Leo Walker, William Piercey, William
Theriault Fifth Row: Charles Aherne, John Rogers, Richard Curris, John
Daly, George Cole, Herbert Stackhouse [35] SOPHOMORE C President - LEONARD CIOTA Vice-President - STEPHEN CONNOLLY Treasurer - WILLIAM O'SHEA Secretary - RICHARD BLAKE First Row: Victor McCurdy, Ernest Mahar, William Cook, Leonard
Coffill, Raymond Cummings, Francis Scully, Robert McNally, Daniel Kinane,
James Bresnahan Second Row: Kenneth Sweeney, Donald Fenton, Joseph Conlon, Peter
Moore, George O'Keefe, Robert Lee, Henry Hanagan, William Aylward, Arthur
Charbonneau, Stephen Connolly Third Row: Edmund Cullivan, Edward Perry, Leo McKenna, Paul
Kirby, Raymond Reardon, Arthur LeBrun, John O'Connell Fourth Row: William O'Shea, Leonard Ciota, Timothy Bresnahan,
James Gately, Edward Ward, Edward Hayden, Martiri DuLong Fifth Row: Alfred Archambault, Ronald Langford, John Kevill,
Thomas Dobbins, Arthur Ellis, William Walsh, Richard Blake [36] FRESHMAN A President - JOHN DEVENEY Vice-President - WILLIAM CAMPBELL Secretary - WALTER FLYNN Treasurer - DONALD DEVARENNES First Row: Eugene Ayott, Richard Cadigan, Roger Furey, William
Anderson, Joseph Garuti, John Fioccoprile, John Duff, Francis Brown,
Arthur Cuneo Second Row: Francis Durkin, John Deveney, John Croughwell, Donald
DeVarennes, Walter Flynn, William Donahue, Robert Cavanagh, John Calnan,
Nathan DuLong, Joseph Diliberfo, Edward Brault Third Row: Robert Phelan, Edwin Auger, Daniel Donoghue, Norman
Caron, Walter Cloonan, Thomas Burke, Joseph Coppinger Fourth Row: Donald Dow, John Caulfield, Francis Dillon, Arthur
Flynn, Charles Brown, William Campbell [37] FRESHMAN B President - JOSEPH LARIVIERE Vice-President - WILLIAM KEHOE Treasurer - RICHARD DOYLE Secretary - JOHN GUNN First Row: Henry Marrin, Paul Driscoll, William Kehoe, Charles
McCarthy, Kenneth Harvey, Richard Doyle, George Higley, Richard Hartnett,
John Gunn Second Row: Victor Hogan, Joseph Jedrey, William King, Robert
Kelleher, William Attridge, Roland Noyes, James Lucie, Richard Weber, John
Lomasney, Francis McGee Third Row: Vincent Hannon, Philip Killion, Norman Gosselin,
Robert Hayes, Fenton McDonough, Daniel Jamieson, Robert Casey, William
Healey Fourth Row: Robert Lannon, Thomas McDonough, Louis Grassa, John
Higgins, John Heagney, David Lloyd, Robert MacLean, Lawrence Mansfield
Fifth Row: Hugh Gilbride, Arthur Lynch, John Hannon, Norman
Grady, Robert Jalbert, Joseph Lariviere [38] FRESHMAN C President - GILBERT PARVONE Vice-President - JAMES O'LEARY Treasurer - ROBERT STONE Secretary - JOHN McGEE First Row: Edward Quinn, John Noone, James Ruane, Gilbert Pavone,
Thomas Neary, William Shea, Francis O'Neill, John McDonald, James Tansey
Second Row: David O'Connor, Denis Sweeney, Edward Rogers, Daniel
Sweeney, Leonard Peloquin, Bertrand Raby, Robert Painchaud, Ralph
Tranfaglia, Joseph Meuse Third Row: George Serven, James O'Leary, Thomas Mulcahy, Robert
Stone, Lawrence Vienneau, Joseph Rowe, Francis Muise, Bertram Stanton Fourth Row: Edward Blais, John McGee, John Sullivan, Richard
McManus, Thomas McGinn, James O'Brien, David MacIsaac [39] A CONTEMPORARY CHRONICLE September
1938 - June 1939 They claim that the
joy of reminiscing is the privilege of old age. If this is so, I must be
getting well along in years, because many a day of late I've caught myself
dreaming of my school days, now past. Long, long ago when we
were young and ambitious, and bubbling over with characteristic freshman
enthusiasm, we looked to the future and planned to gaily deck the march of
memory. We had high ideas about writing an annual history, keeping
photograph albums, and collecting programs, pictures, and clippings. But
alas! I, for one, find myself four years later with merely a few badly
arranged pages of a memory album. There's more glue dobbed here and there
than there are souvenirs. However, I count it among my treasures and
frequently take it out, rub off the dust, and proceed to dream. Sometimes
I'm sad; sometimes I'm glad, for my memories are of happy, happy days that
now are bygone days. Tonight I ferreted it out once again, dusted it up a
bit, and brought it forth so that I could tell you all about wonderful us,
and make you sit up straight, push forth your chests, and thrill your
hearts till they shout out, "Those wonderful fellows belong to us!" Well, what have I
here? Oh yes, of course, on the first page comes the triumph of the year -
our first Parents' Night drama. What a play that was! No experienced
seniors or dogmatic juniors ever put on a show like that. Talk of
Shakespeare! Why this piled counterplot upon counterplot and no one was
hurt. Along with the intended humor, ·came the unforeseen falling of
mustaches. Poor "Skip" Dunn! Was his face red, when his mustache dropped
to the floor! "Next time," he vowed, "we'll use glue." This makes me
wonder which would be funnier - Robert, distraught in a permanently
glued-on mustache, or "Skip" feigning nonchalance at the loss of this
appendage to his dignity. The other stars of the occasion were "Joe"
Donegan, John Scally, James Sullivan, "Charlie" O'Donnell, "Jimmie"
Kerivan, and Vincent DeFelice. Upon turning over this
program of Jimmie's Little Sister, I behold
before me in figures almost the size of this page 20-10. Twenty, dash,
ten. What in the world is that all about? Oh! I know. That's the score of
the baseball game we played with St. Charles that same day. No wonder I
was careful to write it large enough to draw attention; it was the only
baseball game the team won that season. That couldn't be helped though,
for we were building for the future and, consequently, were not yet able
to put the team on its feet. Lo and behold! if here
isn't that picture of the class officers that "Joe" Gately tried to tell
me I didn't have! I knew I meant to keep it because it's so funny; the
baby faces and knickers of the fellows are so cute. Here's another
hieroglyphic that I expected myself to be able to fathom twenty-five years
from the date of inscription. This is something about "Chuck" Sweeney -
One. Sweeney, let's see, what about him? I remember he was a fat,
good-natured - Oh, I have it! With the sum total of one vote cast by "Joe"
Scanlon, he was ushered into the secretarial position of our govern- [40] mental cabinet. Assisting him were the president,
Thomas Dolan; the vice-president, John Hamson; and the money man, James
Sullivan. Alas! only blank pages
greet me now, but surely we did more than play ball, and elect officers,
and act in plays. But I can't recall anything else right now, for I failed
to be faithful to this souvenir collection. Perhaps it's just as well I
didn't write my intended history after all, because if I did, I'd probably
have done something silly like beginning in May and ending in September.
Perhaps I might even have pasted a baseball picture under a basketball
heading and a basketball picture under a baseball caption. Who knows? Gosh, what have I been
doing here? I've got my whole life ahead of me and here I am dreaming of
the bygone days as if I were about eighty. Reluctant though I am, I must
put a stop to this dreaming of freshman days to sit back and wistfully
paint mental pictures as my fellow speakers tell of the other three years.
VINCENT DEFELICE September
1939 - June 1940 Vincent's intriguing
reminiscence makes me unable to resist the desire to delve further into
the annals of the past, and take pride in boasting of the record we made
in 1939 - 1940.
On the first page of my book of memories is a photograph of the
basketball team taken during our sophomore year. The beaming smiles of Leo
Shea and George Niles quickly catch my eye, and I recall their
ne'er-to-be-forgotten skill on the basketball court. Those who saw Leo in
action have to admit that any point scored against him was well earned,
but with George it was vice versa, as he was one of the hardest men to
stop and one who could always be counted upon for a few points when they
were needed. Without these two stalwarts on the team, the school could
never have finished the season with its fine record of fourteen wins and
only four reverses, a substantial improvement over the previous year.
Naturally, we were well represented on the second team too, especially in
the person of that Mighty Mite "Wanky" Nagle, whose diminutive size was
overshadowed by his boundless energy and ardent zeal for victory. It
seemed that no contest was too gruelling or too hard fought for him to
finish on the big end. I never realized until
now that brushing up on schoolboy memories could be so delightful! In the
past I fear I have missed many a happy hour. I see by this next
print that the Class of '42 really went "all out" in supporting the
baseball team. Glancing at the members of the squad, I recall that "Wank"
Nagle, "Bo" Ford, "Deacon Dan" Donovan, George Niles, and Leo Shea
contributed their bit in defeating all comers in the league. "Dan" and
"Bo" were pitchers and "Wank" and George were infielders, while Leo
covered the pasture in fine style. Success in this season would never have
been ours without our splendid coach, the well-known Thomas "Pip" Kennedy.
St. Mary's fine sports record, since his arrival, is due reward for his
hard work. Gosh! I'd forgotten
all about saving this. It's a newspaper clipping describing the Autumnal
Dance of 1939. Well I remember that night! I can still see "Jumping Art"
Shaughnessy, wearing himself to a frazzle "beating out" In the Mood, and "Bill" Gallagher waltzing into a
corner as he tells some pretty girl how he "dreamt of her in a rose
garden," and the usual number of wall-flowers holding up the four walls,
myself [41] included, naturally. Yes, and the Senior Prom was
certainly well done that year too, with the seniors in their first
tuxedoes and their lovely partners adorned in flowing evening gowns. It
was a beautiful sight, though it will never compare with our own
promenade. My next souvenir calls
to mind that this same year we inaugurated a "Golden Age of Dramatics,"
which is only now terminating. Our play, Fingers,
presented on Parents' Night was really a theatrical production which
literally "stole the show," though some foolish critics ranked it second
to the seniors' presentation. Any Hollywood producer would have felt
honored to be able to work with this indescribable cast which included:
Robert Doyle, Richard Callahan, John King, John Scally, and Raymond
Sweeney, who by the way, lives in perpetual fear that the government will
arrest him for hoarding, simply because he devours six potatoes at one
meal. For a time, we thought our actors would be forced to reproduce this
masterpiece on Broadway, by popular demand. The ensuing shock of
non-recognition was a great blow, but we finally rose above this great
disappointment, and laid even better plans for the following year. Now here is something
that really pulls at my heart strings. It is a remembrance of our debating
team of 1940. I am really overcome with sadness as I realize that they
received no support whatsoever from us when we were sophomores. Tsk! Tsk I
such a pity, but of course they couldn't expect us to adapt our
exceptional abilities to everything. Our one gloomy
day of that year was the morning we watched the ridiculing seniors clamber
into a McGinn Limited and set out on their annual seniors' outing. While
they enjoyed a rollicking day at Canobie Lake Park, we struggled against
the terrific odds of Latin, English, and geometry. Then and there we
planned to get even, and so we did, for this year we have had our fun
galore, while the past graduates were working.
There's something wrong here somewhere. Why I've been robbed! I'll
bet some green-eyed fellow's ripped out those gold-lettered records of our
other achievements. Surely
there were more. Well, perhaps it's just as well. By going on I might have
discouraged the on-coming class and filled them with despair. So now I sadly lay
aside my scrapbook of memories of our sophomore year to dwell in pensive
mood on our junior era! JOHN J. REGAN September 1940
- June 1941 As my early high
school memories revolve in review before me, I find myself smiling
approval and bubbling with a desire to dwell longer on the souvenirs
pasted in the album of our third year at Saint Mary's. By chance, I first
come upon one of the school news columns clipped from the Telegram, and read of the political men whose
shoulders carried the responsibility of our class government. Our affairs
were many, our spirits lively, and our ambitions high. As a result,
necessity demanded two able bodied men in each office. In Room Four, John
Hamson and his cohorts, Francis Keaney, Walter Wanelik, and James Kerivan
filled the bill, while John Broderick, "Tom" Dolan, Leo Shea, and "Dan"
Costello comprised the executive, legislative, and [42] judicial bodies of Room Eight. We feel
that their experience may one day crown them senators and representatives,
or even president, perhaps. Boy! What a page this
is! It's an elaborate account of our Junior
Parents' Night play - The Mystery of the Tapping
Key. Now, I'm telling you you'd roll with laughter if you could see
this picture of "Chuck" Sweeney as a black, black mammy, and a nice fat
one at that. Unfortunately, "Chuck" was so thin and delicate that he had
to be padded considerably. It was managed somehow, though. Along with
Raymond's comical portrayal of a darky were the roguish love scenes of
John Scally as Arlissa Blackbourne and James Sullivan as "Jack" McGee. I'm
convinced now that one just can't judge a book by its cover! The old tin
types have nothing on this next picture of "Bill" Gallagher and "Phil"
Gately, decked out in their mothers' and sisters' clothes. It's my private
opinion that they often played house when they were young, because they
seemed quite at home in their feminine parts. One would never take them
for amateurs as they primped before the mirror and in real lady-like
fashion glided across the stage in their high heels. As a very cute little
French maid, George O'Brien made a fine bluff at the Parisian tongue. A rhapsody of
reflections such as this would be quite incomplete without comment on the
excellent display of talent in The First Legion,
brought to mind by a program here. Just why you
ask was this play such a success? Why we were in it, of course. Father
Jose Sierra's part was cast for none other than
Eugene Bourgeois, and the atheistic Doctor Morrell's for none but Ralph
Wall.
As I turn a fresh leaf, I come upon a splash of sports pictures and
clippings. How could it be else? That was the year we went places and did
things an a big scale. Wow! Look at these
headlines - St. Mary's Slaughters lmmaculate,
49-19. Here's another - St. Mary's Basketeers
Smother Cathedral, and on and on they go
telling of victory upon victory. Contributing their part in all these
conquests were four heroes from our midst - the glamorous guard, Leo Shea;
the speedy forwards, George Niles and "Jim" Whelan; and the wiry center,
"Bill" Thomas. Another scorching headline here
reads: St. Mary's Breaks Tourney Scoring Mark in
Consolation Battle Sunday. At this New England Catholic Tourney at the
Boston Arena, "Bill" Thomas scored the points that broke the record. These
same crackerjacks, Niles, Whelan, Thomas, and Shea played fine ball at the
National Tournament in Chicago, to which the school team was invited after
winning the Diocesan Championship. What's this on the
very next page? Why, it's Leo Shea and George Niles again, but this time
they're in baseball uniforms. Here's a snap of "Bo"
Ford, the man with the famed rubber arm. And autographed no less! This
page is filled with pictures; here must be more of
our class. Yes, I knew it - "Deacon Dan" Donovan greets me now in
pitching form with "Clipper" Coyne and "Joe" Farmer in batting stance.
Leaf after leaf is
devoted to sports, for St. Mary's won the baseball, as well as the
basketball championship this year. But I must get on to page thirty-nine and Leo Brault in the Boston
Herald Spelling Bee. I find here that Leo played his kind of ball well too, just
as we'd expect. Shucks! that's all
I've saved to bring memories of our junior year. But it has been pleasant and
refreshing to look at these pictures of handsome men and recall their deeds and
accomplishments. I'm anxious now to glory in
reverie of the even more colorful recollections
of the senior year.
PHILIP SULLIVAN [43] September
1941 -June 1942 Picking up my
scrapbook labelled Memories and browsing
through its pages I chance upon a chapter inscribed, St. Mary's Boys' High School, Senior Class of 1942.
Turning the pages under feverish fingers, I came across, on a leaf
entitled Officers, the illustrations of the
four top men in our class: Ralph Wall, John Hamson, Richard Callahan, and
Joseph Donegan. First of these, of course, is the beaming physiognomy of
our revered class president, "Rollicking Ralph" Wall. How well I remember
the day of his triumph, the Senior Class Elections! Endeared to all of us
by his ready smile and cheery disposition, respected to the same degree
because of his sterling qualities as a student and a leader, Ralph was
swept into office by a veritable landslide. "Honest John" Hamson, our
vice-president, is also here depicted. A shy lad, John, when elected, rose
to the occasion magnificently, proving himself to be an able leader
indeed. "You don't have to be great in stature to be great in renown,"
declares Richard Callahan our diminutive class treasurer. Suiting action
to words, "Dapper Dick" assumed the financial responsibilities of the
Class of '42, turning out to be a most trustworthy public servant. As my
eye moves further down the page, the gentle scholarly countenance of
"Jolly Joe" Donegan, class secretary, beams out at me in characteristic
benevolence. Excellence in the fields of shorthand and bookkeeping are the
keystones of "Joe's" success. Dramatics is the title of page number two in this
chapter of the exploits of the Class of '42. I see here a program of the
year's smash hit, My New Curate. Starring this
production in the leading role as Father Dan, the pastor of the little
town of Kilronan, was James Sullivan. In the
title role, as Father Dan's New Curate, was Ralph Wall, a seasoned actor.
James Kerivan was exceptionally fine as Fagan, the village villain, spy
and informer, as was also John Scally who portrayed a sailor in the state
of perpetual inebriation. Aided by an excellent mammoth supporting cast
consisting of Robert Doyle, Thomas Dolan, and Raymond Sweeney, the play
could not help being the success it was. Such dramatic excellence has
never before been displayed other than on the professional stage. To use
an old Hollywood epithet, "It was colossal!" Completing the
dramatic page in my little catalogue of recollections is the program of
the Senior Class Parents' Night comedy skit, Dress
Rehearsal. Boasting such grizzled veterans of the stage as Ralph Wall
in the role of the coach, James Kerivan as the property man, and "Joe"
McGuire who was really hilarious as "Spike" the butler, the play was a
howling success. And I do mean howling! Mirth and laughter issued forth
from the audience in gales that threatened to elevate the roof of the
venerable edifice. To make the evening really complete, Roger Horth, the
mellow-voiced class nightingale, sang a solo. The plaudits were so
vigorous and the cries of "Encore!" so numerous and insistent, that Roger
was forced to comply with another rendition. He did so to the intense
satisfaction of the entire house. So ended the last dramatic triumph of
the year, and a happy ending it was too! Oh! Here's a picture
of "Tommy" Dolan. "Tommy," I remember, was the spelling champ of our
group. Triumphing over Leo Brault, his rival as champion of the commercial
division, he went to the Boston Herald Spelling Bee to represent the
Senior Class. While there, he covered himself and the rest of the school
with glory. Turning over a new
leaf, I discern a fragment of the CYO page of the "Pilot" informing me
that St. Mary's also acquired a considerable amount of renown in the [44] forensic field. On February 22, as a representative of
St. Mary's, in the Columbian Squires Oratorical Contest, Ralph Wall, at
the Copley Plaza Hotel, delivered a stiffing discourse on Toleration. Victorious, Ralph received a handsome
engraved cup as a symbol of his forensic ability. However, I remember
that Ralph wasn't the sole orator that the school boasted. Shoulder to
shoulder with Ralph on the debating team were Robert Doyle and Joseph
Gately, men of no mean ability at the rostrum. Zealously holding forth on
the issue of City Managership form of government versus the Mayor Form in
all cities of the United States, these lads brought the team through with
five victories and a score of twenty, only one-half point short of first
place in the Northern Catholic League. Ah! illustrated on the
next page is a ballroom filled with the figures of our happy seniors as,
attired in the full regalia of formal evening dress, they danced across
the smooth polished surface with all the natural grace of true
terpsichorean artists. Our last and most prominent social event of the
year, needless to say was highly successful. To use a classic
understatement, "A good time was had by all." Adorning the next leaf
of my scrapbook are a number of clippings and heavily inked journalistic
captions proclaiming to the reader the glad tidings of the spectacular
success of the St. Mary's basketball quintet in the season of '42. First
and foremost of these is a headline bearing the tale, St. Mary's Victorious in Clash with Alumni, 36-29.
This was a very appropriate inauguration for a season that was to be
throughout as glorious as the outcome of the first encounter. Directly
beneath this headline is fastened a newspaper picture depicting Co-Captain
Leo Shea in the act of sinking the sphere in the basket with all the grace
and ease of the born basketball player. This is but one of the instances
when Leo came through when called on for a pair of points. Leo became
endeared to many Greater Lynn basketball fans because of his fight and
spirit on the court. Rolling through the schedule, our Catholic League
Champions made a "grand slam," winning twelve league contests, losing
none. Very important factors in these twelve victories were the seniors,
comprising a quartet on the squad. I refer to William Thomas, a mighty
smooth little basketball player, who, despite his size was one of the
highest scorers on the team; George Niles simply overflowing with team
spirit, a courageous little man who played his heart out until the last
gun was fired; "Big Jim" Whelan, a stalwart, easy going gentleman and an
exceptionally fine forward, and, of course Co-Captain Leo Shea. We all
know that at graduation St. Mary's loss will be great because of their
departure. Ample evidence of our
baseball art is displayed here on the following pages in this volume of my
reveries. Here is a photograph of our baseball nine in which we boast of
such dynamos on the diamond as, "Jim" Whelan, "Dan" Donovan, "Ducky"
Bastarache, "Wank" Nagle, "Bo" Ford, and Leo Shea. A team equipped with
such a smooth, efficient pitching staff, and powerful batting line-up,
presents an overpowering aggregation to set before any foe. And now I close my
book and recall to mind something that cannot be captured on a mere piece
of paper. I mean the spirit of friendship and sacrifice that bound us so
closely together in that last year. Within that sacred sanctuary of our
Alma Mater we were all so happy, so much like one big family. I sincerely
hope and pray that though our paths may vary and never cross again, this
same feeling of good fellowship and comradeship may prove to be a strong,
though invisible bond, among us all. May we never, in the struggle of
life, forget those days of work and play; and may we always be mindful of
the great debt of gratitude we owe to our faculty who watched over us so
zealously. ROBERT DUNN [45] OUR LEGACY TO POSTERITY WE, the ninth
graduating class of Saint Mary's Boys' High School, relieving said
institution of our presence, and being sound and efficient in mind and
body, by virtue of four years attendance at said institution, do hereby
compile and publish our last will and testament. To Monsignor and the
Faculty, we promise a lasting respect and a deep appreciation beyond our
power to express. To our parents, whose
untold sacrifices have provided us with this magnificent opportunity, we
offer sincere gratitude and deep affection, likewise too great for words.
To our immediate
successors, the juniors, we leave a few suggestions on how to be
successful next year; namely, unselfish cooperation, school loyalty, and
senior dignity. We make the sophomores
the recipients of the good wishes and pleasant memories of the Class of
'42. We'd like very much to add our talents but fear they wouldn't know
how to put them to advantage. We invest the school
babies - the freshmen - with enough regret and joy, worry and ambition, to
fill three of the best years of their lives. Partly from necessity,
but mostly out of the generosity of our hearts, the members of the Class
of 1942 have decided upon the following individual bequests: There are among the
undergraduates those who have disturbing cowlicks. To these unfortunates,
Harry Bates leaves almost a whole bottle of hair glue. To George Theriault
goes the generous gift of "Don" Bastarache, that is his athletic and
scholastic talents.
Leo Brault thinks it would be a queer world if all of us were calm
and easygoing, so he
dashes out in a hurry leaving his excitable nature to "Bud" McGrath. Big hearted "Bill"
Carritte bestows his generosity and good nature on Harold Gately.
By popular request, the effervescent James O'Shea receives the
unruffied nonchalance and
"Disturb Me Not" attitude exclusively owned by William Cassidy. "Joe" Delaney, our
clothing connoisseur, leaves the discarded elements of his "sharp"
wardrobe to Joseph Martin. "Joe" Donegan seems to
think John Francis, the man who sported the white hat for one day, comes'
into a fortune upon receipt of his distinguished chapeau. His winsome ways with
the feminine world are Arthur Doucette's gift to John E. O'Brien. "Skip" Dunn is
generous enough to confer upon struggling statisticians his honorary
degree in mathematics. It must be nice to be a born genius! Martin Foley leaves
the typewriters in a much worse condition than he found them.
To pep up the gloomy juniors a bit, John Fox leaves memories of his
"happy-go-lucky" way
of life. The knack of reciting
two words in five minutes is Philip Gately's legacy to the shorthand
transcribers who'll bid high enough for it. [46] Salvatore Grassa cedes
a splendid conduct report to Thomas Gilday. We shudder lest it be
superfluous in "Tom's" life. "Ed" Haggerty is
nothing short of a genius when it comes to doing homework in five minutes
before school. Unanimously we voted "Tom" Carritte the man for this
treasure. One hundred per cent
school spirit plus a splendid conduct record are John Hamson's legacy to
the commercial juniors. "Bud" Witzell falls
heir to "Willy" Hartery's military stride. The hair modistes of
1920 may be able to find use for John Holland's style of haircut. There
never was nor will there ever be an equal to it.
Francis Keaney wills John Casey his art of doing big things in a
quiet way. James Kerivan donates one recording record (broken at that) to
those contemplating
aspirations to political office. The most unique
contribution in this will is John King's ability to argue four sides of
every question, important or otherwise. Since it is impossible to decide
upon someone worthy enough, it is left to the highest bidder. To any affected with
wanderlust, "Tom" Leahy hands on a dollar and a package of cigarettes.
"Ed" Mahoney has
agreed to allow anyone planning migration to Madrid, to take along his
bright red shirt. It must be returned, however. "Bob" Martel renders
his speed at tripping the light fantastic to struggling jitterbugs. If Frank Welch is
foolish enough to accept it, he may have John Murray's line of least
resistance. George Niles finds he
possesses enough athletic prowess to share some with "Gene" Martin. "Smoky Joe" Scanlon
donates his Junior Chief uniform to anyone who wants it. George O'Brien
also has a uniform to give away, but his is an air pilot's. If there are
any Lindberghs in the making among the students they may call at 60. Baker
Street for it between 1:00 A. M. and 6 A. M. The iron nerves of
"Bill" Thomas are to be evenly distributed among the three junior classes.
They will need them. Just to be different,
Walter Wanelik's bequest to all is a little advice that he garnered from
experience. He found that the surest way to keep out of trouble and avoid
all the difficulties of a student's life was to sleep through classes.
In the last desk near
the window, James Whelan has left a pad of typewriting paper for Thomas
Birmingham. It's the first block "Jim" has had all: year; perhaps it will
be the last "Tom" will have. "Mickey" Maguire parts
with fifty cent~ for a decent haircut for John Smith. The rest of us entertain the private opinion that
people who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones. With the fond hope
that it will be valuable, Francis "Wank" Nagle leaves his winning smile
for Walter Frawley. The scholarly
appearance of Philip Sullivan, together with the family trot, IS handed on
to the next member of the Sullivan clan, his brother, Robert. Keeping it
in the family, "Phil"? One other Sullivan
from Salem is a true exponent of the adage - "Haste makes waste." William
arrives each morning after a losing battle against time and cheerfully
remarks, "Better late than never." At the earnest request of the Sisters,
this legacy is not bestowed on anyone. Leonard Bourgeois
relinquishes his undisputed championship in Latin Prose Composition to
Paul Lauzon . [47]
John "The Lover" Broderick extends to Adolphe Amirault his enviable
comprehension of the
mystifying mechanism of the feminine mind. Practical experience is the
source of his knowledge. Francis Cuthbert, the
perfect paradox of John Broderick, bestows upon his brother John his
bashful deportment in the company of the "unfair" sex. With the aid of a
bunsen burner, a store of scientific knowledge, and hundreds of
experiments, John Callahan has eventually stumbled upon a method of
melting ice. The "Callahan Process" is to be given William Devitt with
orders to guard it from "Fifth Columnists" with his life, if necessary. Richard Callahan, "Our
knight of the open road," leaves his dexterity of the thumb to John Doyle.
"Dick" claims his success rests on his dimpled smile, baby blue eyes, and
trust-inspiring countenance. The perpetual
gentlemanly demeanor of William Carr has fallen upon Thomas Kiley. He
always says the right thing at the right time. Better still he knows when
to say nothing, which is always the correct thing. Spick and span is our
school when dusted by Leo Coyne. "Clip" cedes this knack acquired in the
office of Chief Commissioner of Sanitation, to John Fenton. Charles Hoffman is the
fortunate heir of Vincent DeFelice's legacy of a store of miscellaneous
knowledge, the greater part of which is history. Thomas Dolan, our most
astute classroom diplomat, surrenders to Francis Scally the nonchalant
attitude with which he promenades the corridors all the while flashing his
brilliantly hued neckwear. "Deacon Dan" Donovan
relinquishes his humble but honorable position of warm-up pitcher to
Harold McLaughlin. Unsung though he is, because of his cool efficiency on
the practice mound he earned the epithet of "Dangerous Dan." Robert Doyle gladly
submits his fine voice and argumentative skill to the school debating
team. To all those who find
difficulty in replying to the questions in class, "Joe" Eggleston renders
his classic query, "Huh?" With this goes a bewildered expression
consisting of bulging eyes and elevated eyebrows. Harry Stinson has been
chosen the worthy recipient of Joseph Farmer's perfect presence of mind.
"Cool as ice," "Joe" never allows himself to reach the state of
excitement;· his blood pressure is constantly sub-normal. To "Gus" O'Donnell,
"Bo" Ford leaves his ability to busy himself in study periods. During the
entire period naught but the stubble surmounting "Bo's" cranium is
visible. William Gallagher's
adeptness in the field of female impersonation passes into the grateful
hands of Robert Waters, alias Mrs. "Mike" D' Arcy. Joseph Gately
surrenders to Roland Sonia his verbal belligerence. It's Gately against
the world and the world's all wrong. Francis Horgan's cool
indifference to the impending advent of examinations and report cards, is
the valuable inheritance of Francis Lawrence.
Only last week Robert LeBlanc heard of the sugar scarcity.
Immediately he rallied to the National Defense Cause, with the result that
he leaves all anxious housewives the
sincere promise he will diet. His loss should be their gain. Joseph McGuire
relinquishes a few of his peals of raucous laughter to brighten our
classroom in his absence. Robert Mahan donates
his diligence and perfect attention in the English Class to Fred Martin.
Thomas "Commodore"
McDonough cedes to his brother Martin his inherent love of the sea. Thomas
delights in sitting on the decks and spinning yarns with the rest of the
old "salts." [48] Always calm and
serene, John McMahon selects Robert Staid to be the heir of his perpetual
grin. Doubtless he knows that it takes forty
facial muscles to frown, while it requires only
fifteen to smile. Upon Daniel Moran
falls Donald MacPherson's perpetual sobriety and dour Scotch personality.
Lloyd Murray has a
particular fondness for the Canadian border. Not being stingy, he wills it
with his patriotism, and love of adventure
thrown in, to Francis Dennesen. Charles O'Donnell
reluctantly parts with his shoes for all those who desire to become forest
rangers. They should be a great asset in smothering rustic conflagrations.
Eugene Bourgeois and
Henry Ouellette collaborate in bequeathing an extremely unique legacy. To George Bourgault, they render
their proficiency in the art of speaking perfect broken English. As an experienced
retail grocery dealer, John Regan feels himself qualified to write a
booklet on high-pressure salesmanship. When
this "best seller" is published, he will send an autographed copy, gratis,
to Joseph Connolly.
John Scally places in the grateful hands of Leo MacKillop a
treatise on handsignaling. This
is for the purpose of maintaining order in the classroom during the time
intervening between periods. "Art" Shaughnessy
abandons his position as official chauffeur at the suggestion of the
department of Motor Vehicles. If the confiscated license can be obtained
from Mr. Goodwin, it will be given to Robert Davis. "Bumps" Bransfield
receives the highly polished apple Leo Shea was wont to bring to school
each morning. Wasn't for the teacher, was it, Leo? To all students
afflicted with insomnia, James Slattery leaves his uncanny ability to drop
instantly into slumber. To the exasperation of
his teachers, "Slats" has often demonstrated said ability. John Boyle inherits John Snell's classroom loquacity.
However, when called upon to give the rest of us the benefit of his
knowledge, John seems unwontedly silent. Francis Hannaway
receives James Sullivan's bellicose nature, pugilistic adeptness, and
self-sufficient attitude. Good colored mammies
are scarce, so Raymond Sweeney volunteers himself wholly and entirely as a
permanent theatrical fixture of the school. To all those who hope
to be policemen, "Joe" Twomey bequeathes the experience he gained during
his regime as honorary Police Chief of Lynn. "Crime doesn't pay, if you're
caught," says "Joe." Ralph Wall offers to
prospective politicians some valuable advice on how to win friends and
influence people. IN TESTIMONY WHEREOF,
We, the Class of 1942, hereto affix our seal to this our last will and
testament, this twenty-second day of May A. D. 1942.
ARTHUR SHAUGHNESSY JOSEPH DELANEY Witnesses: DR. JEKYLL MR. HYDE MARX BROTHERS [49] LOOKING THROUGH ROSE-COLORED GLASSES One Friday afternoon
as James Sullivan and I wearily trudged our way home after a hard week in
school, we chattered wistfully of happy days gone by. Suddenly "Jim" got
one of those bright ideas that every now and then comes his way. "Why talk of the
past?" he said. "The future is more important to us now. 'O'Bie' ," he
continued, "I wonder what the future will bring? Do you suppose we'll be
rich? Do you suppose that one day some beautiful girl will appreciate my
true worth and be wise enough to marry me? Do you suppose, gosh," he broke
off, "this is fun dreaming about tomorrow. Let's build castles and imagine
what our classmates will be doing twenty years from now." I thought this was a
good idea myself so we set to work at planning the future of our up and
coming fellow graduates, paying particular attention to their dominant
characteristics. We decided that in
order to place our peerless classmates properly, it would be necessary to
have a World's Fair where there would be plenty of occasion to sport their
talents with ease.
"Jim" insisted that Walter Wanelik's eye for the future and his
sterling business ethics would make him the only logical owner of such an
enterprise. No great undertaking of this
type is complete without a guide, superior in every respect to a common
everyday one. For this position we could choose no better man than James
Kerivan with his amazing eloquence and great store of information. On the grounds of our
imaginary World's Fair we visualized a building of champions. For the
inhabitants, we selected the following stars as representative of the
world's best in their respective fields: William Hartery, the
featherweight champion of the world because of his great courage and fiery
temper; James Whelan, the only man in America ever successfully to
complete a game of solitaire with absolutely no cheating; Francis Keaney,
demonstrator of the nation's most popular jitterbug dances; Salvatore
Grassa, suavest of our classmates, indisputably proving that the hand is
quicker than the eye. We believe that
curious visitors upon wandering into the Fair's great amphitheatre, will
observe "Joe" Donegan and John King, old time arch-rivals in the political
world, arguing on the problem of supplying the N. Y. A. with more
comfortable brooms. But we remembered that
this great exposition should have an observatory, and so we erected one in
which we determined to place John Fox and William Carritte. Someday
henceforward, when we stop to pay them our respects, we expect to find
them matching pennies as a preliminary step to the announcement of the
weather forecast. When "Jim" reminded me
that our versatile comrades could never be confined to one field of
action, I suggested that the International Surgical Hospital would
certainly [50] form a suitable background for some of the most
unselfish of them. Then and there, without the least difficulty, we
arrived outside the hospital in time to see an ambulance driver whiz off
on an errand of mercy. Who else but our lively class favorite, William
Thomas, could fill this place? Contrary to my pal's opinion on the matter,
I was sure that if we went inside we would find John Murray, a handsome
interne, aiding the great surgeons, Edward Mahoney and John Hamson, to
piece together a confusing assortment of human parts after a strenuous
operation. On the next point, however, we agreed for a change. This time
we chuckled as we drew pictures of the three men of surgery, having
finished their human jig-saw puzzle, uttering the oft-repeated query,
"When do we eat?" To solve their all-important problem, we fantastically
deposited them at a Theatre Guild banquet in "Phil" Gately's honor. By
this time, you see, through the medium of the Metropolitan Opera Company,
"Phil's" soprano trill has made him a famous man. Just as we arrived upon
the scene, "Phil" will be warbling his favorite aria from John Holland's
newest opera. Neither of us could resist the temptation here to name
Arthur Shaughnessy, our lady's man par excellence, master of ceremonies.
"Art" we feel quite sure, will have come into fame in Martin Foley's movie
hit, "Love Conquers All." At this point in our
imaginary plans, my prophetic comrade came upon his
idea of a clever notion. He knew for certain, he claimed, that I would
be radio's gift to man in the form of a conductor of a Kiddie's Hour.
Being more charitably inclined, I chose to reserve my opinions on the
matter of his future. Mention of radio,
however, worked upon our imaginations to the extent that both of us could
just hear the strains of “Tom" Maguire's orchestra. The occasion, we
decided, was an inauguration ball in honor of Arthur Doucette's election
to the presidency of the United States. Appropriately, the musical
selection would be followed by "Bob" Martel's touching tribute to his old
Saint Mary's pal. Robert is a jolly fat man due to his easy political
life. When the young sons and daughters of these graduates of '42 look for
a quiz program, the bearded gentleman, "Tom" Leahy, will ease their little
hearts with his Is It or Ain't it? program. The
contestants for the grand opening, we decided, will be children from the
orphanage, The Happy Home for Little Ones, maintained by those sentimental
philanthropists, Leo Brault and Edward Haggerty. Always thinking of
others, "Jim" and I decided there should be special features for the lover
of current events. For the commentator of this program, which we named the
"News of the Week," we decided on that well-versed scholar, George Niles.
For guest star, we appointed Donald Bastarache, who, we think, will some
day be the idol of the nation's kiddies for a great air flight across Flax
Pond. By his side will be Harold Bates, his faithful mechanic, attired, as
usual, in greasy overalls. Harold, an ardent air enthusiast, (always
standing by open windows) might hold part-time jobs in a model airplane
factory as a test pilot. Now as "Jim" and I
contributed equal amounts of doubtful genius to this forecast of future
years, I shall ask him to finish it. GEORGE O'BRIEN As we ambled along North
Common Street, feeling most complacent about our astounding solutions for
the problems of our seventy classmates and ourselves, a crooning melody of
Glenn Miller's Orchestra from an open window interrupted us. George and I
looked at each other, nodded simultaneously, and agreed right then and
there that this [51] is the type of music with which Roger Horth will one
day thrill the drug store cowboys. How can it be else if he is to have the
services of "Whackit" DeFelice, the king of the drums? Thus traveled the
course of our thoughts. From the recesses of our minds came clever notions
and bright ideas in rapid succession. Next was the ingenious disposal of
"Joe" Delaney and "Fuzzy" Coyne as proprietors of a beauty salon in
Central Square, practicing their trade on the comedy team, Joseph
Eggleston and John Broderick, now well established in a flourishing
popcorn business in that section. Though it required
several clever arguments, George eventually persuaded me that John Scally
will conduct a series of lectures, Helpful Hints to
Handy Housewives, and we fancied "Nightingale" Ford crooning inspiring
thoughts to these weary souls as rhey scrub away at their tubs of clothes.
He, in turn, now acquiesced to me that others are apt to engage themselves
in broadcasting, namely, dignified "Dan" Donovan and "Tom" Dolan. While
reflecting on them, the philosophy of myoId friend William Shakespeare
came to my mind. Somewhere in the dim past in Julius Caesar, I believe, I read that "The evil
men do lives after them." It seems to me that this might nicely be altered
to read, "The good men do lives after them," and then suit "Dan" Donovan
to a "T." For Dan will be, the director of a Marriage Clinic Hour and give
expert advice to poor unfortunates like myself for instance, on marital
problems, It must be understood here that I place myself in this last
prophecy merely as an example, not a reality, because my future on this
planet is to be dedicated to that of a bachelor's life, that is, if she
doesn't marry me. Well, let's get back to the business at hand. "Dan" Donovan's good
work will be all for naught if Mister Thomas Dolan continues his
anti-husband propaganda. His broadcast, The Man's
Place in the Home and What the Wife Should Do About It, will cause
much dissension on the part of revolting wives, many of whom will even
threaten secession. Now it would be quite
a failing on our part to suppose for even a minute that none of our
members will enter religious life. I see William Cassidy's future clearly
marked out before me. He will found a religious order and, in all due
humility, call it the Cassidian Monks. Upon my first visit to his
Excellency's monastery, I expect to find. Francis Nagle and Charles
O'Donnell silently moving about in a group of devout novices. Many may disagree, but
in my opinion this course is inevitable, just as is that of James
Slattery. I can see him now, the sharpest waiter in the "400 Club,"
operated by none other than John Regan and William Gallagher, the playboys
of the Saugus Turnpike. James, or "Sleepy," as we know him, adorned with
an orange bow tie and checkered tails, will serve only the most
influential people, such as, Judge Robert Dunn and his wife, the former
socialite, Miss Hilda Von Herzberg. To make this picture complete, we
visioned as the chunky chef, Raymond Sweeney, famous for his sauerkraut
dishes. From the bright lights
of society we switched our thoughts to sports; here we found no trouble
agreeing on several points. Unquestionably Ralph "Punch" Wall will be
middleweight champion after a gruelling eleven second battle with
Ferocious "Joe" Gately. William Carr and Philip Sullivan are headed for a
sensational career as tiddley wink experts under the tutelage of John
McMahon. By this time we had
arrived at the Public Library just in time to see Joseph Scanlon enter
with a load of books under his arm ... comic books. The instant I beheld
his burly shoulders disappear in the group of clamoring girls, I knew his
destiny. Yes, Joseph is henceforth to be known as Captain Joseph Scanlon
of the "U. S. S. Wolverine," [52] as sturdy a rowboat as ever sailed the Saugus River.
With him on his frequent voyages we find "Digger" Snell and "Scuttle"
Murray, foremost clam-diggers of that section. Speaking of voyages
reminds me that we imagined John Callahan and Joseph McGuire as the most
likely explorers since this famous class will certainly distribute its
talents in every conceivable walk of life. One of their greatest feats,
we're sure, will be the daring rescue of Francis Horgan lost while
searching for the "Fountain of Youth" in the wilds of Saugus.
In the near future, some of you may be fortunate enough to attend a
trial which will tend to make Lynn famous. The prosecuting Attorney Robert
Doyle, will be pitting his wits against those of Leo Shea and "Joe"
Twomey, notorious pinball players charged with the dastardly crime of
tilting a machine at a local establishment. Similarly, you may indirectly
meet two more of my classmates. This, however, will be to your
misfortune. When
your usually sensible wife comes home giddy as a school girl and saturated
with "Evening in Salem Perfume," you may wreak your vengeance on Richard
Callahan and Henry Ouellette, manufacturers of their own exquisite
fragrance. It is without a second
thought that we knew for sure that Robert LeBlanc would be professor of
embalming at Vassar College. Among the shrouds of his occupation, we
visioned "Joe" Farmer, the willing subject of his experiments .. Very popular with the
feminine population of the city are "Lenny" and "Gene" Bourgeois who
conduct an escort service that is always on the go. Their Parisian oomph,
they will claim, is the source of their success. Robert Mahan and
"Bonny" Donald MacPher-r-r-son are our contribution to National Defense.
With the facilities of their chemical factory, these two patriotic lads
are to produce tons of cosmetics for the sole purpose of beautifying the
"morale of the armed forces." So engrossed were we in this
unique charting of our friends' lives, that we didn't realize we had
reached George's home until his sister's shrill voice shattered our
reverie as she exhorted him to hurry up, or he would be late for work.
Being obedient and respectful to his elders, "O'Bie" hustled, but not
before he told me that Francis Cuthbert and Thomas McDonough would be
expert salters in a pretzel factory and their co-worker, William Sullivan,
the inventor of a new twist for the glorified tidbit. I continued my sojourn home
alone, conscious all the while of some mysterious intruder within my
breast. It seemed to me that this spirit, angel or whatever you might wish
to call it, was the selfsame thing that seemed to prompt me in my previous
predictions. Was it, I questioned, a celestial messenger; were my
suppositions actually to become realities? Indeed the destiny of my
classmates had been revealed as clear as a crystal. In the face of such
evidence, then, I was convinced that this was a heavenly sign. If for any reason
there is an objection to the allotted places in society, complaints should
be brought to George or me, but I warn you first that it won't do much
good, for even we, in our brilliancy, dare not interfere with these
supernatural glimpses into the future. By the way, speaking
of future plans and complaints to be registered against them, I've gone
architectural and drawn up a few blueprints in my diary. Just for fun,
I'll copy out a few snatches. [53] October 18 ... Dear Diary, What a wonderful dream I had today
in the French class. I was a student in Utopia High reviewing my program
for the day. Here is how it ran:
Period One --- Eat
Peri od Two --- Gym Period Three --- Eat Period Four --- Sleep
Period Five --- Sleep After this grand and glorious day, I was driven home
by the teacher. When report cards were distributed, my lowest mark was
100. Better luck next time, I hope. December 13 ... Oh, dear Diary, Today I had the weirdest dream.
I vow I'll never sleep in English again. These are the snatches I recall,
the result of cramming so many men, and types, and titles into my little
head.
My Last Youth --- Senior's Regret
Daffodils --- Joseph Scanlon
To a Mouse --- Thomas Maguire Representative Men --- Seen at the Girls' Prom
Dreamer --- James Slattery
Just Before the Battle, Mother --- Exams
My Last Duchess --- John Broderick
The Tiger --- John McMahon
Pearl of Great Price --- Diploma
My Heart Leaps Up --- Harry Bates I Don't Want to Set the World on Fire --- Walter
Wanelik Gosh, Diary, I think the studying of all these poems,
songs, essays, and the rest is doing something to me. I never dream of
eating chicken pie or turkey dinners anymore! January 27 ... Dear Diary, In English today we recalled those
immortal lines in Tennyson's Idylls of the King
... "Elaine, the fair, Elaine the lovable, ... " Now, Diary, what I
would like to know is why "Joe" Delaney blushed when we recited them. February 4 ... My dear Diary, I am so happy. What a happy,
happy day ! Why am I so joyful? Would it be? ... Could it be? No. Having
no school hasn't anything to do with it. [54] March 22 ... I am overwhelmed! So help me, I am, because
Vincent DeFelice didn't do his homework today. Will wonders never cease?
Oh, Diary, the shocks I'm receiving are terrible. Why today even William
Cassidy rattled off a perfect Latin translation without the use of a trot.
April 11 ... Here I am, Diary, with some good news. Today we
were so thrilled. Our study period was transferred to Room Seven with its
beautiful, enticing scenery. Wasn't that a nice break? Gosh, it's hot. The
temperature rose to 87 degrees and "Jim" Slattery didn't even go to sleep.
Can you imagine that? May 23 ... Diary, my one consolation! Everything went
wrong today. "Joe" Delaney didn't "heave the beast" in the history period;
"Tommy" Dolan answered every question without a bit of hesitation; and,
"Oh Grasshoppers," when John Broderick began to elaborate on Hitler's
campaign, Joseph Gately just sat looking at him and didn't say a word. I
think spring fever has got hold of the boys. It's really sad, I think.
May 25 ... No more news, Diary, except that "Skip" Dunn
submitted his plan for an Utopian high school: -
Day starts: --- 11:00 A. M.
First Period --- Study (ends at 11:45)
Second Period --- Lunch (until 1:45) Third Period --- Some light subject like freehand
drawing Further Suggestions:
Lunch Counter … Serving piping hot food, home cooked
Marks ---Absolute and final abolishment of any figure below 80
Homework --- none
Social activities --- Prom every semester
Sports --- Chess and billiard teams as well as baseball,
basketball, football, and track teams. Golf and tennis also included. Final exams are now in full swing, Diary, so I must
leave you until graduation. To think that then I'll
never attend class anymore with my classmates, and will never make any
more entries in you about school, grieves me greatly. Goodbye, dear
Confidant. Thank you for sharing an eventful year with me. JAMES SULLIVAN [55] CLASS NIGHT May 22, 1942 PROCESSIONAL ADDRESS OF WELCOME John Hamson OPENING CHORUS --- On the Sea
The Graduates CLASS HISTORY
Freshman --- Vincent DeFelice
Sophomore --- John Regan
Junior --- Philip Sullivan
Senior --- Robert Dunn CHORUS --- The House by the
Side of the Road The Graduates CLASS WILL Arthur Shaughnessy Joseph Delaney MANTLE ORATION Joseph Gately JUNIOR RESPONSE James Cotter CHORUS --- Dear Land of Home
The Graduates CLASS PROPHECY George O'Brien James Sullivan PRESIDENT'S ADDRESS Ralph Wall ALMA MATER --- Farewell Dear School The Graduates ADDRESS TO GRADUATES Rev. John F. McGlinchey RECESSIONAL [56] COMMENCEMENT EXERCISES June 7, 1942
PROCESSIONAL ADDRESS OF WELCOME John King OPENING CHORUS --- On the Sea The Graduates SALUTATORY --- Pope Pius
XII Ralph Wall SYMPOSIUM --- Our Lady's
Titles Thomas Dolan
William Thomas
Harold Bates
Robert Doyle
John Scally
Daniel Donovan
Donald MacPherson
Thomas Maguire
Richard Callahan
Joseph Scanlon
William Gallagher CHORUS --- The House by the
Side of the Road PRESENTATION OF CLASS GIFT Henry Ouellette VALEDICTORY --- Christ,
the Model of Youth William Carr CHORUS --- T he Light of
Youth The Graduates FAREWELL ADDRESS James Kerivan PRESENTATION OF DIPLOMAS AND PRIZES ADDRESS TO GRADUATES Rt. Rev. Joseph F. McGlinchey ALMA MATER --- Farewell
Dear School The Graduates RECESSIONAL [57] First Row: Charles Hoffman, William Carr, James Sullivan, Robert
Doyle, Ralph Wall, William Bransfield, James Kerivan Second Row: George Laubner, Thomas Dolan, Leroy Doane, Hubert
Quinn, Francis Rennick Third Row: Raymond Sweeney, John Scally, Frederick Martin MY NEW CURATE By CANON SHEEHAN Dramatized by JOHN J. DOUGLAS FATHER DAN --- James Sullivan FATHER LETHERBY --- Ralph Wall JEM DEADY --- James O'Shea MRS. D’ARCY --- Robert Waters CAPTAIN CAMPION --- Robert Doyle BEATTA CAMPION --- Leroy Doane CAPTAIN ORMSBY --- Harry Stinson FAGAN, An Informer --- James
Kerivan HOGAN, Fagan's Friend ---
John
Scally ALICE MOYLAN --- Thomas Dolan MARY, Her Sister ---
Hubert
Quinn NANCE, The Outcast ---
Francis
Rennick MIKE MURPHY --- Raymond Sweeney MR. and MRS. MURPHY ---
Lloyd
Murray, John Snell JAMESY --- Francis Durkin MARY --- Kenneth Harvey DIGGINS, A Bailiff ---
Charles
Hoffman BOBBS, His Assistant ---
Daniel
O'Neill CHAIRMAN of MERCHANTS ---
William
Carr MR. BLAKE, A Merchant ---
Joseph
Gately FACTOR Y FOREWOMAN --- George Laubner
PEASANTS --- William Bransfield, Henry Ouellette,
Joseph Gately, Frederick Martin FACTORY GIRLS --- Robert Staid, George Laubner, John Snell
SOLDIERS and FISHERMEN
--- Eugene Bourgeois, John Callahan, Daniel
Costello, Robert Davis, Joseph McGuire, Charles Owens [58] First Row: Charles Owens, Richard Carr, Joseph Martin, Joseph
Gately, Ralph Wall Second Row: Robert Doyle, James O'Shea, Thomas Kiley DEBATING Those who attended
this season's brilliant debates, will no doubt have a thorough
understanding of city government, so learned were the discussions of our
debating teams on the topic whether or not the city manager plan should be
adopted by all the cities in the United States. As you can imagine, this
subject covered a broad field in bringing forth the "pros" and "cons" of
the city manager and mayor forms of government. Despite this fact, our
debating team came through with flying colors, and brought more honor to
the well-respected name of Saint Mary's. The season began in a
contest against the oratorical skill of St. John's. Here, our affirmative
speakers triumphed over their opponents because of their logical arguments
and brilliant rebuttals. Luck was not with the negatives, however. St.
Columbkille's became the next victim, being defeated by both of our teams
. Then came St. Clement's, who proved themselves to be worthy foes, in
conquering our affirmatives, while losing to the negative. Finally the
last debate of the season arrived against the highly credited Malden
Catholic. Those who were present were full of praises for both
contingents, as the affirmatives lost a very close battle, and the
negative added one more to its win column. Thus the season
closed, with our teams missing the championship by only a half-point. Our
last tribute to them is that they were glorious in defeat. To Mr. Greeley, we
tender grateful thanks for ably leading us on to victory in forensic fray.
THOMAS DOLAN [59] First Row: George Niles, Leo Shea, Thomas Birmingham, Daniel
Horgan Second Row: Eugene Martin, James Whelan Third Row: Joseph Delaney, (Manager),
William Thomas, John Smith, William Bransfield, George Cole BASKETBALL Upholding the name of
Saint Mary's Boys' High on the field of sports, our basketball team this
year turned in a record of which all may well be proud. Sweeping through
their section of the Catholic League undefeated, our hoop: quintet failed
to remain in the upper brackets only because of the numerous injuries that
befell the club. This winning five accrued the additional distinction of
three of its members ranking as the top scorers in the Catholic League
race. Fiery Leo Shea
co-captained his strong team and did an excellent piece of work. On the
court, the popular redhead loomed as a tower of strength and saved many a
ball game by his sterling defensive play and his calm and reserved
leadership. William "Wee Willie"
Thomas played his usual fine game in the forward slot and gained the honor
of finishing the season as third high score!" in the Catholic League. "Wee
Willie" is the club humorist and keeps his mates in good spirits and right
on their toes every minute of the game. George "Mel" Niles is
the peppy spark of the team and a very capable first stringer. "Mel"
played some "bang-up" ball this season, and well might be proud of his
athletic rating. James "Jimmie"
Whelan, the fourth and last senior member of the team, is far from the
least. Always in a genial mood, "Jim" could always be counted on to
furnish some smooth, but exciting basketball for the spectators. To Father McDonnell,
our athletic director, and Thomas E. Kennedy, our coach, we are greatly
indebted for the championship basketball club. Student body and team
members alike, express heartfelt thanks.
JOHN HAMSON [60] First Row: Thomas Nolan, Harold McLaughlin, Alfred Belliveau,
John McLaughlin, James Whelan, Thomas Birmingham, Joseph Farmer, Laurence
Vienneau Second Row: Edward Donahue, Paul Deschamps, Hugh McManus, William
Bransfield, Harry Stinson, John Valeri, Francis Nagle Third Row: Francis Smith, Leo Shea, Robert Ford, Donald
Baslarache, Daniel Donovan, Eugene Martin BASEBALL
As the baseball program commences, Sl. Mary's is once again the
team to watch. Inaugurating the season with a contest with St. James of
Haverhill, our boys were victorious with a
score of 7-3. On the mound was left-hander "Bo" Ford, keeping the
opposition waving
their cudgels in the breeze in a vain effort to smite the elusive
horsehide. "Wank" Nagle, at shortstop, was outstanding, as was also "Big
Jim" Whelan, who, at third base, captured three hits and participated in
two double plays. "Ducky" Bastarache, our first baseman, played ball
brilliantly and Leo Shea, out in left field, covered the territory like a
blanket. With our boys playing
this brand of ball, it certainly seems highly probable that they will
follow the precedent set by the basketball five and go on to win another
Catholic League Championship. Their smooth, efficient infield, their
splendid pitching staff, and their powerful batting power certainly tend
to strengthen this assertion. ROBERT DUNN [61] AS WE SEE OURSELVES Most Unselfish --- Robert Martel Most Efficient --- John Hamson Most Sophisticated --- James Sullivan Most Pleasant --- John Scally Most Energetic --- Robert Doyle Most Ambitious --- Henry Ouellette Most Popular --- Ralph Wall Most Humorous --- Richard Callahan Most Reliable --- Daniel Donovan Most Excitable --- Joseph Farmer Most Easy Going --- Martin Foley Most Loquacious --- Walter Wanelik Most School Spirit --- William Gallagher Most Modest --- Thomas Maguire Most Active --- Thomas Leahy Most Learned --- Vincent DeFelice Best Gigglers --- William Thomas and Joseph Scanlon
(ex aequo) Best Dancer --- Donald Bastarache Best Musician --- Roger Horth Best Athletes --- George Niles, Leo Shea Best Natured --- William Cassidy Best Actor --- William Kerivan Best Student --- William Carr Best Bluff --- Thomas Dolan Best Hairdo --- John Holland Dreamiest --- Slattery, Sullivan, Horgan, Inc. Quietest --- Joseph Donegan Noisiest --- Salvatore Grassa Answer to Two (2) Maidens' Prayers --- Raymond
Sweeney Bjggest Pest --- John Regan School Sphinx --- Leo Brault Neatest --- Harold Bates Efficient Typist --- Francis Keaney Expert Bookkeeper --- John Murray Least Appreciated --- Broderick, Eggleston, Inc. Cutest --- Charles O 'Donnell Our Sharp --- Joseph Delaney Class Diplomat --- Robert Dunn FRANCIS KEANEY JOHN SCALLY [62]
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