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 .

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WY 2 'avg gl V1 K 1 'O a -' X .0 0' V, af -' 'N 6 .li xii i'- 5-'TTZ1 X -. I 3 -X U U -4 ' 1 I Q u Q .- 'li' 15 ,f all 1 I, Vincent Aurelio, leave my mop of curly hair to Allen Cameron. I, Mary Burke, leave my sarcasm to anyone who would dare use it! I, Richmond Leach, leave my ivy-league belt buckle to posterity! I, Val Clark, leave my figure skates to Dot Hardy. I, Bob Chaffee, leave my success at crashing parties to Paul Fiedler. I, Mary Bruce, leave my homemaking ability to judy Blackinton. I, Bob Dalessio, leave my versatility to Doug Wells. I, Maria Darezzo, leave my school spirit to be shared equally by all underclassmen. I, George Dahl, leave my supply of locker passes to Roger Lund. I, Lee Fogg, leave my seat in Room 1 to Cynthia Kingsley. I, Dave Barrett, leave my smooth line of talk to Dave Minshall. I, Merrie Covell, leave my baggy band uniform to jimmy Casale. I, Kit Carson, leave my love for hacking around to George Pierce. I, Ann Acciardo, leave my overdue makeup slips to Ruth Morrell. I, Erich Mueller, leave my track shoes to Richard Erwin. I, Judy C. Anderson, leave to all of the Lamberts WPAW at 7:05 every morning. I, Allen Duncan, leave my boots to George Havey. I, Ginny Crowe, leave my yellow tights to Charlotte Newton. I, Donald Lamb, leave my height to Philip D'Ambra. I, Meredith Gould, leave my seat in the U. N. to Sally Spink. I, John Graham, leave my compass to john Borek. I, Carol Jacobson, leave my popularity to Sue Daniels. I, Bob Greene, leave my hobby of collecting old cars to my brother Dick. I, Nancy Feld, leave all the A's and B's I didn't get to Alice Mulcahey. I, jim Garside, leave my eerie laugh to Bill Cunha. I Virginia Benn, leave my varied facial expressions to Doreen Tracy. J I, Ken Mason, leave all my worries to future students at B. H. S. I, Marcia Hess, leave my curly hair to Ann Green. I, Tom Grady, leave my reputation at B. H. S. to my brother Ray. I, Priscilla Horne, leave my pony tail to Judy Button. I, Gordon Holm, leave my repertoire of animal noises to jeff Jacquart. I, Philomena Squillante, leave my spotless detention record to Sandra Munroe. I, Peter Bennett, leave the Freshman girls-but with reluctance! I, Marilyn McCoy, leave a supply of crying towels for next year's seniors. I, Jane Soutar, leave to be with Walt. I, Patti McWilliams, leave my dry and ready wit to Roberta Adams. I, Ronald Sadlier, leave my burned out engines to the auto mechanics classes. I, Phyllis Palumbo, leave to be with Charlie. I, Sue Martineau, leave my authoritative manner to Terry DiGi0ia. I, jean Fulton, leave my armload of books to anyone who can carry them. To Mr. Locke and the faculty, we leave our thanks for their guidance and help through- out the past four years. To the Class of 1958, we leave a fair warning that life as a senior at B. H. S. is strenuous! To all the underclassmen, we leave our shattered dreams. In Witness Whereof we have hereunto set our hand and seal this first day of june in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and fifty-seven. The Clarr of 1957 Q k 4 n Y 4 C4 u 57 Admzmrtmtom Marilyn Metz 49 Geraldine Tarte