Billerica Memorial High School - BMHS Yearbook (Billerica, MA)

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£938 YEAR BOOK I, Louise Lenardson, leave the old homestead to the boys as a club- house. Bea: I, Evelyn Bourque, leave my giggle to any one who is foolish enough to accept it. I, Lillian Lindsay, leave my enormous height to Jean MacArthur, I, Robert Olivieri, leave my Robert Taylor photograph to the school to inspire future senior girls. eons I, Dorothy Brouillard, leave my athletic ability to any aspiring athletes. : : I, Esther Winder, leave my ability for collecting class presidents to any future aspirants. “ I, Virginia Blair, leave my English ability to any of next year’s seniors who are going to take two Englishes. I. Ruth Waitz, leave my volubility to Billy Higgins. I, Charles Crombie, leave my A in Chemistry to Mr, Adams as a sweet memory of a smart Chemistry class, the Class of 38. I, Osborne Lincoln, lcave my sociability to any poor mixer in the Junior class. I, John Plugis, leave my love for Shakespeare to the freshmen, who haven’t met him yet. I, Francis Martin, leave my curly locks to “Sonny” Howarth, to re- ‘place his whiffle. I, Jeanne O'Sullivan, leave my beautiful, natural complexion to any undergraduate palefaces. I, Ernest Burke, leave my selection of ties to Pau] Woolard. I, Robert Anderson, leave my box of “chewing matches” for my brother when he becomes a senior. I, May Richardson, leave my pretty smile to the Junior girls. J, Elaine Cram, leave my will-o’-the-wisp figure to Eleanor Morris. I, Ernest Vocel!, leave my superb dancing ability to the Howe High girls as a sweet memory. I, Arthur Carlson, leave my dramatic ability to Morton Bent to use in next year’s senior play. I, Alberton Ripley, leave my pleasant manner of attending customers to my brothers, who will probably follow in my footsteps. I, Olga Bagdon, leave my selection of lip-stick to the girls of the Junior class. I, Voluntine Rollins, leave my father’s truck to be of turther use to the high school. I, Stanley Bocko, leave my Irish name (Patrick O’Bocko) to Waller Finnagan. I, Fred Porter, leave my Tux to any one that is lucky enough to get to the Tech formal. I, Barbara Brown, leave my ability to teach a Sunday School class to Mary Williams. I, Rosamond Sheahan, leave my cat’s leash to Bart to take the school cat out with, so she won’t get lost. I, Robert Westlund, leave my a'l-around-sports ability to-our ex-cap- tain of the football team, Morty Bent. I, Raymond Cormier, leave my reasoning power to any illogical] Junior. I, William Wallace, leave my “ideal girl” to any Junior fellow who hasn’t found his. 21

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HOWE HIGH SCHOOL To Mr. Locke, we leave many thanks for his strong leadership during our high schoo! days. : a To Mrs. Sampson, we leave a bronze statue in recognition of a stu- dent’s true friend. : To Miss Osgood, we leave a freshman class that will graduaily learn to appreciate good English, as did the class of 38. : To Mr. Gordon, we leave a year book business staff that will cooperate as well as the staff of ’38 did, To Mr. Adams, we leave a winning ticket on the Irish Sweepstakes. To Miss Baker, we leave a pair of boxing gloves to use in fighting with any unruly seniors. . To Mr. St. John, we leave a bottle of silver polish (or should we say tin polish), for his badge, : To “Bart” we leave a new pipe. To the Junior girls, we leave the Tri-Delta Club, hoping that they will accomplish as much as the girls of ’38 did. To our conception of the all around Junior girl, we leave: Mary Nickless’s ability for clear thinking. Frances Corbett’s dignity . Frances Collins’s cheerful attitude toward life. Dorothea McArdle’s selection of clothes, Grace Howe’s musical ability. Agnes Simpson’s unassuming charm. Dorothy Brouillard’s dimples. Ruth Waitz’s sense of humor. To our conception of the all around Junior boy ,we leave: Alfred MacAllister’s ability to get out of tight spots. Frank Ross’s smile. Preston Pardy’s sense of humor. Bud Quinn’s sophistication. Edmund Grosvenor’s selection of clothes. Buster Vocell’s dancing ability. Robert Westlund’s athletic ability. PERSONAL BEQUESTS I, Frank Ross, leave my presidential chair to Charlie Howarth. I, Frances Collins, leave my love for shorthand to Doris Quinn. I, Walter Quinn, leave my bookkeeping sets to all future bookkeeping students so that they won’t have to work as hard as I have worked. I, Grace Howe, leave my flaming tresses to any Junior with dull, un- attractive hair. ‘ oH I, Alfred MacAllister, leave my “Shucks” to Miss Baker in place of her “Woe be unto you”. I, Marjorie Hurley, leave my ambition to Mary Granfield. I, Preston Pardy, leave the interest on my 50-cent bank account to the Junior treasurer, : I, Ethel Kerivan, leave my aching tooth for the men in the white coats to practice on, I, Agnes Simpson, leave my braids to anyone lacking hair, ae Morgan King, leave my droll sense of humor to the serious-minded Juniors, , I, Frances Corbett, leave my poise and bearing to any freshman who is inclined to be a little “slaphappy”. 20

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HOWE HIGH SCHOOL I, Marion Snell, leave my tendency to argue over any and all points to any submissive Junior. a I, Ethel Todd, leave the picture of a horse pinned on my desk cover to the Junior that gets my seat. I, Pauline McDermott, leave my soprano voice to Mary Pasho. ; I, Lilla Burke, leave my out-of-town “boy friends” to all the Junior irls. ez I, Mary Nickles, leave my position in the orchestra to Virginia Parker. I, Margaret Mongan, leave my artistic traits to Elaine Balas. I, Warren Brown, leave my “golden” smile to Billy Higgins. I, Dorothea McArdle, leave my choice of clothes to all Junior girls. I, Norman Cook, leave my knowledge of history to Bud Conrad. 1, Helen McHugh, leave my bicycle to Miss Baker to change classes with, I, Catherine Doherty, leave my sophisticated styles to Doris Quinn, a smartly dressed miss of the Class of 1939. I, Edna Homenick, leave my retiring nature to Doris Barnard. . 3 Gerald Finlayson, leave my fiddle as inspiration to any future Ru- inoffs, I, Lois Gile, leave my lisp to anv one that can’t get the technique. I, Margaret Fletcher, leave my love of horses to Dorothy. Todd. I, Charles Griffin, leave my Buick to any bashful Junior that can’t get a girl any other way. I, Violet Ferman, leave my quiet personality to Julia Leavitt. I, Edmund Grosvenor, leave my aristocratic bearing to the rowdies of the Junior class. G Be Everett Gile, leave my funeral director’s appearance to “Flash” ordon. I, Marietta Fraza. leave my flashing smile to all melancholy Juniors. I, Robert Houghton, leave my doctor’s degree to one of the gentle- men in the white coats. In witness whereto, we set our hand and seal, this infectious April morn, trusting that future generations at HOWE HIGH may be possessed of half the wit, looks, and pep of the illustrious Class of 1933. . PRESTON PARDY . FRANCES COLLINS LILLIAN LINDSAY 22