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

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SEVENTY-NINTH: I, Margaret Rumrill, leave my “‘specs’’ to ‘Jackie’ Blake so she can see ‘‘things’’ better. EIGHTIETH: I, John Sargent, leave my red shoes to ‘‘Ginny” Walsh. EIGHTY-FIRST: I, Joan Saunders, leave English IV to my sister. EIGHT Y-SECOND: I, Lillian Stuart, leave my gray hairs, which I acquired keeping the class books, to the treasurer of the class of ’52. EIGHT Y-THIRD: I, Paul Surette, leave my desk to Barbara Tri- buna, an incoming senior. EIGHTY-FOURTH: I, Margaret Sweeney, leave my worries and woes as Tri-Delta president to Nancy Barton. EIGHT Y-FIFTH: I, Lola Thursby, leave first period office duties to Charlotte Oskowski. EIGHT Y-SIXTH: I, Harold Tomkins, leave my basketball uni- form to Harry Morgan. EIGHT Y-SEVENTH: I, Barbara Turner, leave one box of bi carbonate of soda to the “‘Burp”’ of the class of °52. EIGHT Y-EIGHTH: I, Ruth Twombly, leave my wandering feet to Joan Martell. EIGHTY-NINTH: I, Jane Wansewicz, leave my ability to create a disturbance to my sister. NINETIETH: I, Grant Whiteway, leave my ways with girls to my brother Sterling, in the hope that he can keep up my reputation as a Don Juan. NINETY-FIRST: I, Theresa Wilson, leave my red nose to Rudolph, the Registrar, because he is such a deer. NINETY-SECOND: I, Thomas Woods, leave as proof that out of little acorns great Woods grow. NINETY-THIRD: I, Mary Daley, leave happily. NINETY-FOURTH: I, Barbara Piirainen, leave my ability to make friends quickly to any undergraduate, who comes to Howe in the middle of the year. ; NINETY-FIFTH: I, Richard Sawyer, leave my nimble fingers to “Bill” Terris. NINETY-SIXTH: I, Corinne Scaringi, leave my sense of humor to Mr. Merrifield. NINETY-SEVENTH: | I, George Scott, leave my knack of avoiding the detention room to my brother, Bill. NINETY-EIGHTH: I, William Shack, leave my managerial duties to ‘Choker’ Harring. NINETY-NINTH: I, Florence Shedd, leave with many wonderful memories of Room 21. ONE-HUNDREDTH: I, John Silliker, leave my English seat in the library to ““Tony’’ Mazzeo. ONE-HUNDRED AND FIRST: I, James Stirling, leave to join 1847 Rogers Brothers. The foregoing document, (having been read and approved by all con- cerned), is declared, in the presence of all, to be the one and only (the legal) last Will and Testament of the Senior Class of 1951 and by request of the said class these people do hereunto subscribe their names as witnesses thereto. CLASS OF 1951— GEORGE McGURN ROBERT MILLER FREDERIC DICKIE JOHN CHRISTIANSON THOMAS LEARY PAUL SURETTE.

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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.

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The Census of 61 It is now the year 1961; and by bribing the censustaker--Mr. Arthur Merrifield--with a two weeks’ vacation to Maine, we--'‘Pudgy’” Cummings and Ted Wilcox, former class members,--have persuaded him to let us go along with him as he takes the Fed- eral Census for the wc rre 1 t year. To start our journey, we visit Peggy Rumrill’s Rox- bury apartment at 9 Galena St., where we find her reprimand- ing her unhandy handy - man, Arthur Curry. In the three- room apartment upstairs, the Mesdames Joan (Sargent) Dic- kie and Joan (Graham) O'Rourke reside with their seven children. After the confused intro- ductions are over, we make a hasty departure only to collide with Edward Le- Clair, the dynamic postman of the Dudley Street section. Our business being over in Roxbury, we board a bus, which, we dis- cover, much to our consternation, is being madly propelled by Ronald Parker!!! As we elbow our way through North Station, we meet Mrs, Ann (O’Neill) Baraldi and her famous husband, John, who are just returning from their second honeymoon in Hawaii. As we are about to board the train for Billerica. our attention is distracted by the musical tune of a peanut vendor, who, on closer investigation, turns out to be our own Norman Reekie.