Barrington High School - Arrow Yearbook (Barrington, RI)

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111 . ,6. ,- 1 ' x . X X, -1 -, 'Esr E-F ll I l . W a fgb A fj.'?'- - '- ,,..,... -2 ..I.- Fin-r In l I to 'W fi x .lrfll 'i,,,1'. Melt To all persons interested in the estate of the Class of 1957-recently departed from the classrooms of Barrington High School-be it known that the following document has been approved by the courts as presented. We, the members of the Class of 1957, having all paid in full our accounts for lockers, class dues, yearbooks, season tickets, school rings, caps and gowns, senior pictures, and lost books, do hereby bequeath our worldly goods as follows: I, Cathi Troy, leave my reputation for being tardy to Audrey Zompa. I, John Medici, leave my box of ginger snaps to Phyllis Ackerman. I, Brooke Lennon, leave after four long years! I, Connie Pascale, leave with Sonny. I, Barry Morgan, leave my bills for candy to next year's treasurer. I, Pat Plante, leave my constant chatter to my sister Paula. I, Spike Dahl, leave my victories of hope over experience to Jeff Howe. I, Dave Button, leave all my extra points toward graduation to John Mason. I, Sue DeCesare, leave my quiet manner to Carole Woods. I, Jean Redden, leave all my interests in UNH to Joan Best. I Robert Riemer, leave for the high seas! 9 I, Thelma Nichols, leave my seat at B. H. S. to my sister Hope. I, Pauline Peterson, leave my nylons to Joan Cummings. I, Joe Medeiros, leave my sharp clothes to Buzz Dunn. I, Ronnie Montgomery, just leave with glee! I, Marilyn Metz, leave my friendly manner to Maryann Natale. I, Ken Norberg, leave my side-tabs to Bill Harrington. I Linda Larson, leave my sparkling laugh to Dorothy Walton, s I, Claire Natale, leave all my noise makers to Claire Martone. I Bob Mitchell, leave my scholastic record to my brother Dave. 7 I, Giby Whyte, leave-much the worse for wear! I, Ray Correa, leave my beat up Buick to Brenda. I, Judi Buckless, leave my diet to lla Smithies. I, Marty Schiller, leave the use of our hot Mercs to my sister Pat. I, Cres Pompeii, leave my slow and careful driving habits to Nunzio Palazzo. I Nancy Randall, leave my ability to relax to Vivian Camuso. 9 I, Henry Velleca, leave my chair in the detention room to Charlie Blackmar. I, Barbara Lomastro, leave to be with George. I, John Chase, leave with my diploma-I hope! I, Jeanne Harwood, leave my quietness to Betty Benn. I, Dutch Jacquart, leave a lifetime supply of adhesive tape for future athletes. I Maryann Simcock, leave my hot-rodding skill to Laura Clarke. 9 I, Marcia Kinniburgh, leave my brown coat to Lynda Luther. I, Bob Hanson, leave my endless supply of alibis to Mike Oliva. I Jane Moore, leave my dramatic ability to Nancy Jerome. 9 I, Anthony Iasa, leave my golf clubs to Louis Cioe. I, Elizabeth Dummer, leave my heavy homework schedule to next year's seniors. I, Dick Larrabee, leave without Judy! I Isabel Brequet, leave my French accent to Smiley Connell. 3 I, Richard Guliano-alias Dicky Mouse-leave my cheese to a fellow mouse. I, Geraldine Tarte, leave my duties as Phys-Ed messenger girl to Ginny Wilson. I, Judy Anderson, leave Beauty and Homely to Biffi Dahl. I, Jack Hardy, leave my corridor wandering to Fred Bentley. 48 .