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

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THIRTIETH: We, the Class of 1954, leave Miss Byrne a broken record of ‘‘All Right—Stop the Talking!’ THIRTY-FIRST: We, the Class of 1954, leave Miss Collins another efficient secretary like Mary Scharn. THIRTY-SECOND: We, the Class of 1954, leave to Miss Davis a new Scotch plaid convertible top. THIRTY-THIRD: We, the Senior Class; leave to Miss Baker an un- abridged copy of “‘Sure-fire Jokes for Teachers’”’ by Miller. THIRTY-FOURTH: We, the Class of 1954, leave to Coach Federico a toupé to replace the hair he lost on our team’s account. THIRTY-FIFTH: We, the Class of 1954, leave Mrs. Marshall the aches and pains of the Junior Class. THIRTY-SIXTH: We, the Class of 1954, leave all our financial difficul- ties to the Juniors. THIRTY-SEVENTH: We, the Class of 1954, leave our zeal for selling tickets to the Sophomore Class, to enable them to improve their class treasury. THIRTY-EIGHTH: We, the Class of 1954, leave to the Freshmen hopes of winning the Chelmsford Cup. THIRTY-NINTH: We, the Senior Class, leave to Mr. Merrifield a whistle to start the 1.40 race on the H. H. S. speedway. FORTIETH: I, Mary-Helene Revane, leave my knack of getting on the clean-up squad to my brother Tom. FORT Y-FIRST: I, Leila Hentz, leave the last mile to school to Dick and Ann. FORTY-SECOND: I, Anna Hovey, leave Miss Byrne a smile. FORT Y-THIRD: I, “Judy’’ Tucker, leave my old locker to a certain Junior named ‘‘Trudy.”’ FORT Y-FOURTH: I, Doris MacIntosh, leave my shorthand book to “Connie.” FORT Y-FIFTH: I, James Farmer, leave Howe High and my intelli- gence to my brother. FORT Y-SIXTH: I, Arolyn Mosher, leave ‘‘Freddy’s Knickers,’’ since he refuses to wear them. FORTY-SEVENTH: I, Richard Stearns, leave my 6 feet 2 inches to Coach Federico for his future basketball teams. FORT Y-EIGHTH: I, Barbara.McAnern, leave my liking for riding in custom-made cars to my sister “‘Judy.”’ FORTY-NINTH: I, Carole Powers, leave to Ethel Mosher, the hopes that her Senior year will be as enjoyable and as successful as mine has been. FIFTIETH: I, Leonard Melanson, leave smiling. FIFTY-FIRST: I, “‘Fred’’ Musgrave, leave all by myself. FIFTY-SECOND: I, Robert Hentz, leave the shorts I wore in the Senior Play in case someone in next year’s play cast needs them. FIPFTY-THIRD: I, Marilyn LeClair, leave my memories of my Senior year to Joan Oullette. FIFTY-FOURTH: I, Colleen Redden, leave my English vocabulary notebook to my sister Barbara. FIFTY-FIFTH: I, Barbara MacLennan, leave my pet expression to “Judy”’ Ericson. FIFTY-SIXTH: I, Catherine Masters, leave all my detention to Robert Burke. FIFTY-SEVENTH: I, George Lyna, leave a certain chemistry teacher in sad condition. FIFTY-EIGHTH: I, Janet Bean, leave my years at Howe to my sister Carol. FIFTY-NINTH: I, Rowena Stivers, leave my seat in Shorthand II to Rose O'Connell with hopes she can use it. SIXTIETH: I, Shirley Terrill, leave my Spanish books to Bruce Alcorn. SIXT Y-FIRST: I, Judith Francis, leave my cap and gown to Nancy Fowler. SIXTY-SECOND: I, Patricia Welsh, leave my freckles to ‘“‘Red’’ Conway. SIXTY-THIRD: I, Emile Steele, leave my economics books to Mr. O'Donnell, who can pass them on to my brother Bob. SIXTY-FOURTH: I, Justin McCarthy, leave my cigarettes to ‘‘Jackie’’ Denman. SIXTY-FIFTH: I, Robert Dutile, leave my position as president of the No Homework Club to ‘‘Rollie’’ Conway. SIXT Y-SIXTH: I, ‘“‘Fred’’ March, leave my English worries to Richard Bemis. SIXTY-SEVENTH: I, William Baroni, leave my share in Mr. Barton’s Ford to my sister Dorothy. SIXTY-EIGHTH: I, James Wilson, leave my good looks to John Mahoney, who really needs them.

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Last Will and Testament of the Class of 1954 Be tt recalled to mind, with much mental torture, that we, the Class of 1954, of the Howe High School, Town of Billerica, in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, lacking sound mind and strong body, do hereby gather together our agitated perplexities and leave them to Senator McCarthy’s Investigating Committee and we do hereby boldly proclaim this to be our last will and testa- ment. FIRST: We, the Class of 1954, leave to our fond parents a package of Tintaire to cover up the gray hairs which were caused by us during our high school years. SECOND: We, the Senior Class, leave Mr. Goodell, wishing we knew him better. THIRD: We, the Senior Class, leave to Mr. Adams a book entitled “How to be Happy though Principal of H. H. S.”’ FOURTH: We, the Class of 1954, leave to Mrs. Adams the words to the song ‘““You’re Driving Me Crazy.”’ FIFTH: We, the Class of 1954, leave to Mrs. Currie the old adage: “Don't believe anything you hear and only half of what you see.” SIXTH: We, the Class of 1954, leave to Mr. Quagenti the Saturday morning band practices with the cheerleaders. SEVENTH: We, the Class of 1954, leave Mrs. Walsh refreshments for her Tri-Delta meetings. EIGHTH: We, the Class of 1954, leave to Miss Day, the Freshman adviser, all the hardships of being class adviser as experienced by Mrs. Adams. NINTH: We, the Class of 1954, leave to Mr. Retalis one black notebook for his football scouting notes. TENTH: We, the Class of 1954, leave to Miss Freeman our sincere hopes for a speedy recovery. ELEVENTH: We, the Class of 1954, leave to Miss Dole our sincere good wishes for a long and happy life. TWELFTH: We, the Senior Class, leave a new, shining, red Stutz Bearcat to Miss Belcher. THIRTEENTH: We, the Senior Class, leave Miss Richardson to wel- come her ABC juniors instead of our XYZ’s. FOURTEENTH: We, the Class of 1954, leave to Mr. O’Donnell one dollar and a quarter plus carfare so he may see ‘““The Robe.” FIFTEENTH: We, the Class of 1954, leave to Mr. Burke a jet-propelled space shiv for future aeronautic students. SIXTEENTH: We, the Senior Class, leave to Mr. Goddard a fresh sup- ply of crayons. .SEVENTEENTH: We, the Class of 1954, leave a pair of roller skates to Mrs. Bergner so that she may get around the new high school more easily. EIGHTEENTH: We, the Class of 1954, leave a red cart to Mrs. Dooley for carrying her English essays. NINETEENTH: We, the Class of 1954, leave our famous trilogy to Mrs. Brown: How to Read tn 10 Easy Lessons, by Tholander; Spelling a la Lyna: Weisel’s Ideal Dictionary. TWENTIETH: We, the Class of 1954, leave to Miss Hood some orig- inal excuses for getting out of gym. TWENTY-FIRST: We, the Senior Class, leave Mr. Lampson fewer gray hairs. TWENTY-SECOND: We, the Senior Class, leave to Mr. Gill permis- sion to join us on the second floor. TWENTY-THIRD: We, the Class of 1954, leave to Miss Royal the spoils of the Gregg test contest. TWENTY-FOURTH: We, the Class of 1954, leave to Mrs. Johnson, Johnny Welsh. TWENTY-FIFTH: We, the Class of 1954, leave to Mrs. Houghton some bright Spanish students. TWENTY-SIXTH: We, the Class of 1954, leave to Miss Kelley a crowbar to open the windows in Room 29. TWENTY-SEVENTH: We, the Class of 1954, leave Mr. Landon an honorary membership in Omicron Upsilon Tau. TWENTY-EIGHTH: We, the Class of 1954, leave Mr. Archambault a comfortable cushion for his st6ol, to induce him to sit down once in a while. TWENTY-NINTH: We, the Class of 1954, leave Miss Brown a bottle of Air-Wick to prevent the fragrant odors from seeping into our classrooms fourth period.

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SIXTY-NINTH: I, Maurice Tucker, leave my sling shot to Donald Nickerson. SEVENTIETH: I, Ernest Woodworth, leave my cane to Mr. Lampson. SEVENTY-FIRST: I, Jack Dempsey, leave my Long Johns to Roland Conway. SEVENTY-SECOND: I, John Selfridge, leave my books to my brother Bill. SEVENTY-THIRD: I, Kenneth Sargent, leave my seat in Room 17 to George Donnelly. SEVENTY-FOURTH: I, Robert Carson, leave to Mr. O’Donnell my ability to get along with the boys. SEVENTY-FIFTH: I, Paul Flavin, leave Cell No. 28 to Donald Burke. SEVENTY-SIXTH: I, Otis Tholander, leave captain’s corner in the locker room to Norman Swanson. SEVENTY-SEVENTH: I, Ralph Luciano, leave my football shoes and jersey to my kid brother, ‘‘Fred.”’ SEVENTY-EIGHTH: I, Leo Lydon, leave my collection of absence excuses to Richard Conway. SEVENTY-NINTH: I, Robert Collins, leave my sweat pants to Tommy Shaw. EIGHTIETH: I, Ronald James, leave all bottles of Nitric Acid alone. EIGHT Y-FIRST: I, “‘Fred’’ Lawson, leave to seek a life-time member- ship in the Bomac Country Club. EIGHTY-SECOND: I, James Currier, leave for Villanova and four more years of school. EIGHT Y-THIRD: I, Howard Iverson, leave my cluttered locker to the poor janitors. EIGHT Y-FOURTH: I, Bob Cullen, leave my seat in English 4F to any Junior who will be “4F’”’ like me. EIGHT Y-FIFTH: I, Bob Hartshorn, leave my English books to Ken Spooner, an up-and-coming Junior. EIGHT Y-SIXTH: I, Donet Allard, leave the first seat in the first row in all classes to Betty Anderson. EIGHT Y-SEVENTH: I, Michael Fitzgibbon, leave my seat in the lab to Thomas McLaughlin. EIGHT Y-EIGHTH: | I, Harry Connell, leave to get a dear. EIGHT Y-NINTH: I, Deanna Thompson, leave a tube of Hazel Bishop lipstick to Dorothy Converse. NINETIETH: I, Ann Sawyer, leave my megaphone to replace Arlene Musgrave’s ‘‘Dirty Face.”’ NINETY-FIRST: I, “‘Billy’’ Savage, leave to prove that miracles do happen. NINETY-SECOND: I, Edward Brennan, leave—with Mrs. Dooley pushing! NINETY-THIRD: I, Shirley McGurn, leave my basketball and cheer- ing uniforms to my sister Barbara. NINETY-FOURTH: I, “Bob” Perry, leave my ability to get along with certain teachers to ‘‘Pat’’ Brennan. NINETY-FIFTH: I, ‘‘Matt’’ Fleming, leave my reputation to my brother ‘““Tom.” NINETY-SIXTH: I, Beverly Spaulding, leave in hopes of completing three years of training. NINETY-SEVENTH: I, George Trainor, leave my ability to get into trouble to William Frevold. NINETY-EIGHTH: I, ‘‘Peg’’ O’Brien, leave my sarcastic remarks to my sister Ann. NINETY-NINTH: I, Anne Kilmartin, leave the crumbs on the gym floor after basketball parties to Janice Ericson. ONE HUNDRETH: I, Jane Hunt, leave my happy disposition and sense of humor to Mr. O'Donnell. ONE HUNDRED and FIRST: I, Lorraine Hayes, leave to Howe High my footsteps. ONE HUNDRED and SECOND: I, Gloria Sylvester, leave my friend- ship for Miss Royal to Mary Boyle. ONE HUNDRED and THIRD: I, Mary Pollard, leave my seat in shorthand to ‘“‘Joanie.”’ ONE HUNDRED and FOURTH: I, Frances Caten, leave a bottle of sleeping pills to Ellen Burke. ONE HUNDRED and FIFTH: I, Ann Axtman, leave my A’s (in my name, that is) to my sister Claire. ONE HUNDRED and SIXTH: I, John Conway, leave my self- styled spelling to Martha Perreault. ONE HUNDRED and SEVENTH: I, Leonard Harmon, leave my love for school to ‘‘Butter’’ Blake.