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

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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.

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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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ONE HUNDRED and EIGHTH: I, Edith Greathead, leave my troubles to my cousin Mary Kukulski. ONE HUNDRED and NINTH: I, Warren Hookway, leave my bas- ketball eye-guard to any homeless canary. ONE HUNDRED and TENTH: I, George Silva, leave my height to John McAndrews. ONE HUNDRED and ELEVENTH: I, John Dempsey, leave without saying good-bye. ONE HUNDRED and TWELFTH: I, Mary Scharn, leave Miss Collins’ typewriter for good. ONE HUNDRED and THIRTEENTH: I, Eileen Perreault, leave my seat in French class to my sister Martha. ONE HUNDRED and FOURTEENTH: I, Alice Merten, leave to Miss Byrne a quiet study hall after I have gone. ONE HUNDRED and FIFTEENTH: I, Beverly Martin, leave as the most ardent fan of the Camer-on Club! ONE HUNDRED and SIXTEENTH: I, Richard Hayden, to go “Skip” Potter one better, leave Howe High on one wheel. ONE HUNDRED and SEVENTEENTH: I, Joseph Curry, leave my red face to ‘‘Bobby”’ Gill. ONE HUNDRED and EIGHTEENTH: I, Barbara Miller, leave my knowledge of driving to ‘‘Pete’’ Cassely. ONE HUNDRED and NINETEENTH: I, Barbara Martell, leave to join my sisters. ONE HUNDRED and TWENTIETH: I, Shirley Goodyear, leave my liking for essays to ‘‘Molly’’ Gleason. ONE H UNDRED and TWENTY-FIRST: I, Donna Trecartin, leave my dimples to Carol Nadeau. ONE HUNDRED and TWENTY-SECOND: I, Sally Wyatt, leave my privilege of being last on the alphabetical lists to my sister Judy. ONE HUNDRED and TWENTY-THIRD: I, Carol Weisel, leave the locker room mirror to “‘Sissy’’ Dick. ONE HUNDRED and TWENTY-FOURTH: I, Marilyn Hamilton, leave my ability to climb fences to George Nickerson. ONE HUNDRED and TWENTY-FIFTH: I, Gloria Barretto, leave, to my mother’s astonishment. ONE HUNDRED and TWENTY-SIXTH: I, Roger Foster, leave my 12 inch football shoes to Joan Maxfield. ONE HUNDRED and TWENTY-SEVENTH: I, James Cameron, leave my seat in Room 17 to my sister Irene. ONE HUNDRED and TWENTY-EIGHTH: I, David Flynn, leave. ONE HUNDRED and TWENTY-NINTH: I, Ruth Hodge, leave my eagerness to graduate to ‘“‘Pat’’ O’Day. ONE HUNDRED and THIRTIETH: I, Joan Whelan, leave my messy locker to my sister Barbara, hoping she’ll clean it out. ONE HUNDRED and THIRTY-FIRST: I, Patricia Finch, leave my happy memories to my sister. ONE HUNDRED and THIRTY-SECOND: I, Irene Wansewicz, leave to go to California, I hope. ONE HUNDRED and THIRTY-THIRD: I, Louise Tribuna, leave a vacant space on the honor roll to my three brothers. ONE HUNDRED and THIRTY-FOURTH: I, Helen Thompson, leave my ambition to Audrey. ONE HUNDRED and THIRTY-FIFTH: I, Jean Cuff, leave my short- hand notes to Miss Royal to transcribe. ONE HUNDRED and THIRTY-SIXTH: I, Joan Glaser, leave all the pencils I have lost at Howe, to my sister Paula. ONE HUNDRED and THIRTY-SEVENTH: I, Charles Fairbrother, leave my incomplete will assignment to Richard Butler. ONE HUNDRED and THIRTY-EIGHTH: I, Barbara Finney, leave patience to the teachers of Howe High to enable them to handle my brothers. ONE HUNDRED and THIRTY-NINTH: I, Doris Bunker, leave my locker with the swinging doors to Elaine Barrington. ONE HUNDRED and FORTIETH: I, Elizabeth Delarue, leave twelve hard years behind me. ONE HUNDRED and FORT Y-FIRST: I, Rosemary Power, leave my worn out size five and one-half sneakers to Janet Bostwick. ONE HUNDRED and FORTY-SECOND: I, Donald Bruce, leave my English grammar book to Jane Murphy. ONE HUNDRED and FORTY-THIRD: I, Frank Lussier, leave my economics book to Richard Butler. ONE HUNDRED and FORT Y-FOURTH: I, Eleanor Foster, leave my inherited blush to Georgiana Campbell.