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

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HOWE-ITE CLASS WILL CLAUSE SIXTY-FOURTH: I, Arthur Smith, leave my Shakespearean knowledge to Dick Finnagan. CLAUSE SIXTY-FIFTH: I, Betty St. John, leave my economic notebooks to Mr. Brenner. CLAUSE SIXTY-SIXTH: I, Mary Tuttle, leave my musical ability to Jack Benny CLAUSE SIXTY-SEVENTH: I, Robert Wadleigh, leave my habit of speaking only when spoken to to my sister. CLAUSE SIXTY-EIGHTH: I, Paul Waite, leave my Cupid personality to Shorty McCusker. CLAUSE SIXTY-NINTH: I, Alice Wancewicz, leave my love of seeking year book responsi- bilities and assignments to Jerry Hulett. Howe's prize procrastinator. CLAUSE lection. SEVENTIETH: I, Elise White, leave my jokes to increase Mr. Roderick's col- IN WITNESS WHEREOF, we hereunto set our hand and seal this tenth day of June, A. D., 1942. CLASS OF 1942 The foregoing instrument, consisting of four C45 pages, was, on the date thereof, by the said Class of 1942 signed, sealed, and declared to us and each of us to be, their last Will and Testament, in the presence of us who, at their request and in their presence, have hereunto subscribed our names as witnesses thereto. RUTH ROGERS MILBURN IJIXON BETTY ST. JOHN BETTY RAYMOND ,231

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HOWE-ITE CLASS WILL CLAUSE THIRTY-SECOND: I, Bob Innis, leave my car to Mr. Albertini-provided he need' itll! CLAUSE THIRTY-THIRD: I, Douglas Judd, leave my dry humor to Bob Hope. 1 CLAUSE THIRTY-FOURTH: I, John Kel-eher, leave my wavy black hair to next year's senior class Casanova. , CLAUSE THIRTY-FIFTH: I, Millie Larson, leave my blonde tresses to Madeline Devoe. CLAUSE THIRTY-SIXTH: I, Margaret Leavitt, leave Harvey Nolan behind. CLAUSE THIRTY-SEVENTH: I, Fay Lloyd, leave my office technique to Alice Gile. CLAUSE THIRTY-EIGHTH: I, Ruth Lowe, leave my glasses to anyone who wishes to conceal h b ty. . l lb CEISLAUSE THIRTY-NINTH: I, George MacArthur, leave my gorilla physique to Dagwood. CLAUSE FORTIETH: I, Earl Matheson, leave my rubber soled moccasi-ns to Robert Janes. CLAUSE FORTY-FIRST: I, George McCusker, leave my gift of gab to help meek under- graduates to win friends and influence people. CLAUSE FORTY-SECOND: I, Henry Moulton, leave my Jo-e E. Brown grin to any poker- faced undergraduates. Q CLAUSE FORTY-THIRD: I, Herbert Nickless, leave my outstanding scholastic record to Raymond Brown. . CLAUSE FORTY-FOURTH: I, Louise 0'Hara, leave my ability to go steady to any fickle Junior. CLAUSE FORTY-FIFTH: I, Eleanor O'Hare, leave my enthusiasm for school work to Mil- dred Tuttle. CLAUSE FORTY-SIXTH: I, Pauline Oleson, leave my naturally curly hair to Charlotte Larson. CLAUSE FORTY-SEVENTH: I, Beatrice Olivieri, leave my vivid color scheme to brighten up anyone's wardrobe. CLAUSE FORTY-EIGHTH: I, George Ouellette, leave my love of oratory to Jeanne Lavalle and Frances Gullage if they're gullible enough to take it. CLAUSE FORTY-NINTH: I, Frank Pardy, leave my infectious laugh to brighten up Mr. Lydon's English class. CLAUSE FIFTIETH: I, Evelyn Peaslee, leave my ambidexterous penmanship to Miss Baker for the benefit of the incoming freshmen. CLAUSE FIFTY-FIRST: I, Pamela Pelletier, leave my activity in Red Cross work to Harry Newman, in the hope that his future booties improve. CLAUSE CLAUSE CLAUSE Chickie. CLAUSE FIFTY-SECOND: I, Carolyn Plumley, leave my sparkling smile to an Ipana ad. FIFTY-THIRD: I, Ann Pomanacki, leave my shapely legs to a Petty girl. FIFTY-FOURTH: I, Sally Quigley, leave my 'shy , but pleasant little way, to FIFTY-FIFTH: I, Barbara Quinn, leave my five feet two, eyes of blue to Bar- bara Freeman. CLAUSE CLAUSE Cluskey. CLAUSE to anyone who CLAUSE Brown. CLAUSE CLAUSE junior. CLAUSE CLAUSE FIFTY-SIXTH: I, Betty. Raymond, leave my fmusical'?J pencil to Mr. Lydon. FIFTY-SEVENTH: I, Jimmie Richardson, leave my level tone to Lawrence Mc- FIF'lgY-EEIGHTH: I, Ruth Rogers, leave my last-minute worrying about graduation Willl S l . FIFTY-NINE: I, Fred Ruston, leave my book on Careful Driving to Malcolm SIXTIETH: I, Paul Sabre, leave my love o-f classical music to all juke-box-jivers. SIXTY-FIRST: I, Janice Saltman, leave my intelligence to some hard-laboring SIXTY-SECOND: I, Clifford Saunders, becaus-e I am Scotch, leave nothing. SIXTY-THIRD: I, Helen Sipprell, leave my freckles to Twisty Bent. ,221

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Hows-ITE CLASS PROPHECY It was in my weary travels, on a lazy summer day, in June 1955, that I came across a small town in Massachusetts. As I, soiled and dirty from a hard day on the rods-I mean roads-walked down the streets, I spied four old maids sitting in a yard, evidently in a po-er, bridge game. I have never, before, or since, seen a more perfect foursome of old maids. Of course, they were modern, up-to-date old maids-bachelor girls, they called themselves. They wore the latest style, smoked cigarettes, whistled at the passing men, and hummed to the tune of an old Glenn Milfer record, played on an anti- quated victrola. I was about to move on when I heard one of the bachelor girls speak. As soon as I heard her voice, I realized with a jolt, that it was none other than DOT COBB. I was longing to renew an old acquaintance, --CI had not seen any of them since I graduatedb-so I went in. Dot intro- duced me to her comrades. At drst, I did not recognize them, but as soon as the names were uttered, everything flashed back to me. The fellow card sharks were MARGIE LEAVITT, and JANE and PHYLLIS HUNTER. Now, I have been a travelling man, but in all my thirteen years of trav- elling, I have never met a more well versed quartet of gossipers. Of course, I accredited the art to their training at Howe High. We fell to gossiping and before long I was dizzy with it all. For thirteen years, they had kept tabs on about seventy people, plus their own neighbors and friends. They knew all', about everyone. I fell on the resignation that all small towns were alike-the women have little to do but gossip and tend the younger generation. As these poor unfortunate girls had not the luck to acquire unto themselves some unlucky fellows, and have young ones to look after, they concentrated all their time and their efforts on gossiping. They all talked so fast, especially Margie, that I had a hard time remembering the following: The Ex-Baroness BARBARA QUINN von Schmaltz du Bois was seen in Reno again this spring. She has not missed a spring in Reno since 1943. FRED RUSTON was seen last week backstage at that torrid review, the El Torro, trying to pick up a few lines, and a few other things. ROBERT WADLEIGH, president of the Little Tinker Trinket Com- pany, has just announced his new, revolutionary toy-the Wadleigh Duck. PAUL WAITE, the eminent plastic surgeon, finished final treatment last week on ARTHUR USNUFFY' SMITH. Snuffy'i now has a bridge in his nose. BETTY RAYMOND is chief orange slicer in the kitchen of the Waldorf in Lowell. JOHN KELEHER, No. 1 Playboy, is still trying to find the answer to the great problem- How to Win girls and hold them. His fifth divorce took place in 1954. He found out money didn't do any good-after his wives got wh at they Wanted of it. MAC MCCUSKER, the great all-star football player, was bewitched by a cute little number from Texas. She won him over by excessive flattery. Now Mac is Deep in the Heart of Texas. Would you believe it? KAY GULLAGE took vitamin pills after leav- ing dear old Alma Mater, and won the Missouri State Hog-Calling Contest. HERBERT NICKLESS has been voted the si-lent lover of the screen in Follywood, Massachusetts 'ta new movie metropolis owned and controlled by HENRY MOULTONJ. Herb was always so shy in regard to the opposite sex. Iwonder? RED ANDERSON and JOE BONZAR have designed a new midget racer, converted from a bomber. They hired the fastest driver in the country -24-