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

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TWENTY-FIFTH: I, Arthur Curry, leave my American Litera- ture book to “Bobbie” Burke. TWENTY-SIXTH: I, Elizabeth Delarue, leave English 4-A to the juniors of Room 20. TWENTY-SEVENTH: I, Dorothy De Melin, leave my first two English marks to my brother, “‘Ed,’’ hoping??? TWENTY-EIGHTH: I, Fred Dickie, leave Howe as the proof that miracles do happen. TWENTY-NINTH: I, Mary Doherty, leave my seat in Room 21 to my sister, Rita. THIRTIETH: I, Joseph Donahue, leave my educated toe to Bob (“Crusher”) Davidson. THIRTY-FIRST: I, Catherine Dwyer, leave my interest in the Navy to any patriotic citizen. THIRTY-SECOND: I, Mary Fitzgerald, leave my cheerleading uniform to Beverly Martin. THIRTY-THIRD: I, Gail Flint, leave my sociability to Sylvia Mitchell. THIRTY-FOURTH: I, Elaine Fredrickson, leave my title of nobil- ity to Howe’s future royalty. THIRTY-FIFTH: I, Jean Frobese, leave my marks to my brother, Francis, in the hope that he will make the football team. THIRTY-SIXTH: I, Patricia Gasser, leave my stenography books to Trudy, my sister. THIRTY-SEVENTH: I, Joan Graham, leaye to prove tomiyime Torry that she’s not the only one interested in “Jim!” THIRTY-EIGHTH: I, Gwendolyn Groves, leave my brains (those that I have) to my sister, “‘Gerry,’’ hoping she will use them to better ad- vantage. THIRTY-NINTH: I, Betty Hatzberger, leave my bashful ways and bold expressions to ‘“Judy’’ Myles. FORTIETH: I, Thelma Hedberg, leave my search for tall boys to Eveline Corkum, who finds herself in the same circumstances. FORTY¥-FIRST: “I, Robert Howe, leave my alibis to ) @ivuee Ingraham. FORTY-SECOND: I, Paul Johansen, leave the lab. to Mr. Lynch, who is welcome to it. FORTY-THIRD: I, Ruth Johnson, leave my civics and economics books to Ann Kilmartin, another of Mr. Roark’s students (?). FORTY-FOURTH: I, Joan Jollimore, leave my knack of disturb- ing Mr. Merrifield to Doris Mae Champlin. ' FORT Y-FIFTH: I, Robert Keefe, leave my ‘‘basket-weaving”’ equip- ment to “‘Richie’’ Myles. FORT Y-SIXTH: I, Margaret Lacey, leave my height to Jane Ensor. FORTY-SEVENTH: I, Anita Lambert, leave my vocabulary note- books to my sister Annette, who, I know, doesn’t need them. FORTY-EIGHTH: I, Jeanette Lambert, leave my smile to Mrs. Dooley, and my tears to Miss Boutillette. FORTY-NINTH: I, Margaret Landry, leave my blond boy friend, not my red head, to Betty Babin. FIFTIETH: I, Thomas Leary, leave my seat in the cubby-hole to Fish’’ Wentworth. FIFTY-FIRST: I, Emory Lebonville, leave my position as the only boy taking shorthand II to ‘Ernie’? Woodworth.

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The Last Will and Testament of the Class of 1951 We, the Class of 1951, being of weak mind and relatively sound body, before departing to app ly our attainments to the current national crisis, do bequeath and devise as follows: FIRST: We, the class of 1951, leave to Thomas Condon our one and only journalistic enterprise—‘‘The Smoke Signal.” SECOND: We, the class of 1951, leave our famous 7th period cur- few to the juniors, who were most instrumental in bringing it upon us. THIRD: We, the class of 1951, leave our mercenary pursuits to the “gold diggers of 1953.” FOURTH: We, the class of 1951, leave the “fighting frosh’’ in Mr. Burke's paternal hands. FIFTH: I, Laura Ablett, leave all my English vocabulary books to “Rockie’’ Pickering. SIXTH: I, Lorraine Angell, leave to join a well-known ex-Howe High football captain. SEVENTH: I, Donald Austin, leave all the jerseys in the football locker room to ‘Willie’? Robbins. EIGHTH: I, Anna Baraldi, leave my “push” shot to my sister, “Reekie.”’ NINTH: I, John Baraldi, leave my football pants to Tommy Dunne. TENTH: I, Donald Barden, leave to aid in the defense of my country. ELEVENTH: I, Robert Baroni, leave my unruly beard to ‘“‘Fred”’ Glavin. TWELFTH: I, Richard Belcher, leave Room 30 to “Bob” Davis. THIRTEENTH: I, Dorothy Benson, leave my guidance secretarial position to Lois Warren. FOURTEENTH: I, Doris Bevis, leave my freckles to ‘“‘Red’’ Mac- Dougal. FIFTEENTH: I, Patricia Brown, leave my flirtatious eyes to my younger sister, Stephanie. SIXTEENTH: I, Lorna Button, leave with the memories of my pleasant afternoons in the auditorium. SEVENTEENTH: I, Lorraine Caissie, leave, bestowing my unfin- ished arguments with Mr. Roark to “‘Sandy’’ O'Connell. EIGHTEENTH: I, Betty Cameron, leave my crowded locker to Barbara Barnard. NINETEENTH: I, Louise Cameron, leave my class ring design to Beverly Broadbent, to carry on the project. TWENTIETH: I, John Cheney, leave my golden trombone to a future Tommy Dorsey. TWENTY-FIRST: I, John Christianson, leave my broken chairs to “Boogar’ Whiteway, II. TWENTY-SECOND: I, George Clark, leave, I hope. TWENTY-THIRD: I, Claire Coffey, leave Howe High crowned quietest pupil of the class of 1951. TWENTY-FOURTH: I, Judy Collins, leave my pleasant memories of my high-school years to Barbara Nicholson.

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FIFTY-SECOND: I, Lauretta Lebonville, leave my seat in Room 21 to Rita Martin (if she should ever reach her senior year). FIPFTY-THIRD: I, Edward LeClair, leave my English notebook to my sister, Marilyn. FIFTY-FOURTH: I, Loretta Lloyd, leave my shyness to my sister Gertrude, who could certainly use it. FIFTY-FIFTH: I, Arthur MacIntosh, leave my seat to anyone who can carve another name on it. FIFTY-SIXTH: I, Richard Loranger, leave my ability to get along with a certain junior to Bill Mahoney, who really needs it. FIFTY-SEVENTH: I, Betty Mason, leave Shirley Virgin to run for the bus in the morning by herself. FIFTY-EIGHTH: I, Joan MacLellan, leave my unfinished Latin composition to Ann De Benedictis. FIFTY-NINTH: I, Betty Ann MacPherson, leave my excuses for skipping gym to Carol McElhiney. SIXTIETH: I, Betty Mahoney, leave my quick laugh to Sylvia Salisbury. SIXTY-FIRST: I, William Matthews, leave my ailing arm to any future Bob Feller at Howe High. SIXTY-SECOND: I, Sushila Mitra, leave my chemistry notebook to Susan Hunt. SIXTY-THIRD: I, Joyce McAndrew, leave my ability to mumble my unprepared shorthand homework to Brenda Savage. SIXTY-FOURTH: I, George McGurn, leave my sweat-socks to the Board of Health. SIXTY-FIFTH: I, Robert Miller, leave my inability to get along with football referees to Tommy Devine. SIXTY-SIXTH: I, Beverly Morris, leave my thrill of receiving my diamond to ------------ ? SIXTY-SEVENTH: I, Barbara Murray, very regretfully leave Howe High. SIXTY-EIGHTH: I, Irwin Nichols, leave my name to any bank- rupt underclassman. SIXTY-NINTH: I, Margaret O’Connell, leave my raccoon coat to any other cold-footed ‘“‘Howe v.s. Chelmsford’’ fan. SEVENTIETH: I, Betty O’Hara, leave my fondness for detention to my sister, Elaine. SEVENTY-FIRST: I, Ann O’Neill, leave to my sister, Jean, the ability to recite without a red face. SEVENTY-SECOND: I, Robert Pacheco, leave my political attain- ments to ‘““Tommy’’ Condon. SEVENTY-THIRD: I, Ronald Parker, leave my vast knowledge of English IV to Harold Towle. SEVENTY-FOURTH: I, Joan Pasquale, leave my nickname of ‘“Peskoochee’’ behind me, I hope. SEVENTY-FIFTH: I, Roberta Pelletier, leave my cash register memories to Arlene Jean. SEVENTY-SIXTH: I, Florianna Potsus, leave my ability to draw to some future unsuspecting biology student. SEVENTY-SEVENTH: I, Norman Reekie, leave my Buick’s gas bill to Tommy Tscherch and his model A. SEVENTY-EIGHTH: | I, David Riecks, leave with hopes of a house in Newport and a sleek, black yacht.