Grafton High School - Compass Yearbook (Grafton, MA)

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Q Ll' I Q H 647,55 I, Arvid Anderson, leave a row of loovers to Eugene Ploss. I, Terry Arnold, leave my lost English accent to anyone who can find it. I, Norman Atchue, leave my nickname of Pedro to any Junior who might possibly want it. I, Barbara Benoit, leave my place in the Senior Class to any one who makes it. I, Bruce Bernier, leave my ability to get along with Miss Cole to James May. I, Paul Blondin, leave my bashfulness to Brad Bull. I, June Burke, leave my blue eyes to the Kelly twins, one apiece. I, Janice Buzzell, leave my peroxide bottle to Jean Bish, l, John Caldwell, leave to rebuild the walls of Jericho. I, Nick Campanale, leave all the knowledge acquired in my long high school career to John Leofanti. I, Frank Capezzuto, leave my dancing shoes to Joe Harrington. l, Alaine Cardin, leave my red-hair temper to any deserving red-head. I, Carolynne Corey, leave my quiet disposition to Barbara Flagg, who can make use of it. I, Roderick Corey, leave my good high school years behind me, hoping for even better ones in college. l, Carol Cross, leave a bottle of aspirin and tranquilizing pills to next year's editor-in-chief. I, Norma Dannenhauer, leave my title of Prom Queen to a deserving Junior, but Maine-ly to see Bob. I, Raymond Desrosiers, leave my nickname of Bulldog to Robert Kell, it he lasts to be a Senior. I, Bonnie Donnelly, leave my size IO bermudas to anyone who can s-s-s-q-u-e-e-z-e into them, I, Sandra Fields, leave more loquatious than ever. I, Robert Ford, leave my irresistible charm to the lucky Junior who inherits ir, I, Roger Gemme, leave my art talent to Bernice Popek, hoping she can make a better mess of paints than I did. 2 9 Wy,-. .

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Cfaaa Adfory We're Freshmen at last, hooray. The excitement of that first day l The Freshmen Reception made us all, Feel we were high-schoolers all. Our class officers we elected, To lead us Judi Smith was selected. Our dance was named April Showers, With Bob Rondeou taking the bowers. Our class trip to Nantasket Beach, Closed a year that was o peach. Sophomoresl How can it be? We're no longer Frosh--gee. This year into office we sent, Dickie La Duke as President. Our dance was o record hop, Thot was called The Turkey Trot. As our class project we sold, Grafton bears, so cute, so bold. To Nantasket Beach, we took a trip, To end a yeor that was a pipl Now Juniors we came to be, Next to the last year for we By Rod Corey we were led, With Abbott, Norma, and Joan M. in We held a dressy dance in October, With Bob Rondeau and his orchestra. And then come a shout with a funny Our class rings are here! The Junior Cab with two funny plays, Had us all excited for days and days. Almost Paradise, our prom, May, Had Eddie Sham to make it so gay. Now all Seniors are we, Only a few more months for me. Dickie La Duke again is our head, As under his Presidency we are led. The Freshman Reception was fun, Not much was heord such a dun l Winter Wonderland, our Senior Ball Was certainly enjoyed by us all. We sold banners, candy, and pins, In projects we all took port in. And then in June came that last day, Thot was and was not happy and gay. his stead lear

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l, Judy Girouard, leave my shyness to Skippy Michnevwicz. I, Francis Gosselin, leave my nickname Goose to my cousin Richard, who is coming up fast behind me. I, Norman Grenier, leave my ability to stay out of trouble to Doug Jones, I, Skip I-lolland, leave my parking place at the Edgemere Drive-in to whoever gets there first. I, Pat Kelly, leave with Lee to become the proverbial farmer's wife. I, Leeroy Knowlton, leave, going home to the farm. I Richard, Laduke, leave the basketball team to do as well as it can without me. I I, Pat Lebel, leave my black hair to Amy Nason, in case she should ever want to change the color of hers. I Jimmie Lucier, go. I I I Ronnie Lukas, leave my peg pants to Ronnie Bartier. I, Joan Lundgren, leave my place in the health unit to Marilyn Wenc, in case she wants to change her study habits. I, Ray Maynard, leave French Il without regret. I, Nick Messinese, leave my place in the Senior Class to Larry Johnson, in hopes that someday he may make it. I, Leona Mitchell, leave as quickly as I came. I, Joan Mombourquette, leave my quietness to my brother Charles, who needs it. I, Abbott Mongeau, leave my brush cut to Joey Girouard. I, Marion Mongeon, leave regretfully, with many fond memories. I, Joe Erenius, leave, following Lucier. I Pamela Moore, leave my used flash bulbs to Paul Letourneau. I I to appreciate them, I Mike Nault, leave my science-fiction collection to Mr. Wheeler, in hopes that he may someday learn I, William O'Brien, leave with no coaxing. I Joan Orrell, leave the chore of walking to school to Ann Marie Rosetti, who has another year to go. I I, Roger Peloauin, leave my size eleven shoes to whoever can fill them. I, Pamela Perkins, leave fite team fite to all the Juniors, hoping they can yell louder than I can. I, Brad Pratt, leave my best piano and my nickname Jazz to Butch Gendron. I, John Quinn, leave, very regretfully, Judy. I, Pat Roche, leave my seat in sixth period POD. to my sister Kathy, who I know will never fill it as well as I did. I, Beverly Scobie, leave my shorthand ability to Judy Boutiette, knowing that she will make less mistakes than I did. I, Judy Smith, leave my inability to get along with teachers to my brother, who l'm sure will not follow in my footsteps. I, Shirley Sulyma, leave my sister Pat to carry on the family name. I, Mariette Tanguay, leave my typing ability to anyone who may need it.