Groveton High School - Seniorian Yearbook (Groveton, NH)

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Aw' Here Sm! Om' Lazy! Wi!! and Tefmmenf. 4 . Z, I , WE-, ci GLASS WILL We, the Senior Class of 1957, being of sound mind and disposing memory, do hereby make, publish, and declare this our last will and testament. I, Lester Breault, do bequeath my love for farming to anyone who has a little ambition. I, Ann Bryan, do bequeath to my sister Jane the privilege of remaining in bed an extra fifteen minutes on school mornings. An occasional glance from the back door will tell you when the bell has rung and if you run fast you can make it! Better practice sprint- ing, Jane. I, Trudy Call, do bequeath my love for playing the guitar to my brother John. That's really peckin' fun, huh Johnny? I, Carolyn Cassidy, do bequeath my love for basketball to my sister Marilyn. If I had the ability to play it, I'd bequeath that to you too, Marilyn. I, Dawn Emerson, do bequeath my ability to get to school in nothing flat to Rena and Robert Lavoie. Too bad I won't be here next year to hurry you up! I, Shirley Fowlie, do beqeath my love for Berlin High to Loretta Perry. Tic-Tac-Toe can be fun, can't it, Loretta! I ! I, Darryl Gagnon, do bequeath my love for basketball to Denny Langley. Keep up the good work Denny. I, Helen Gagnon, do bequeath my love to anyone who likes Plymouths as much as I do. Real nice car, huh? I, Sandra Goad, do bequeath my daily trips to the post office to my sister Donna. It's disappointing some times, Sis. I, Donald Harris, do bequeath my store across the river to Benny Knights. I, Elaine Israel, do bequeath my daily tramp down Sawyer's hill to my sister Brenda, and all my fellow hillers . It gets mighty slippery in the winter and slushy in the spring, doesn't it kids? ! ! ! x I, William Kerr, do bequeath to Phil Dickie Nelson my ability in Basketball. Good luck next year, Phil. I, Chuck Landry, do bequeath my Hirtatious ways to Robert Hodge. Keep your whistle wet, Bob. I, Irene Marshall, do bequeath my seat in band to Carla Beattie. Practice, Carla, I know you'll make it. I, Harold Marshall, do bequeath my love for Jeeps to my brother Andy. I hope you learn how to drive one. , I, Nathan Martin, do bequeath my love for school to Arthur Gaudette. I, Shirley Nailer, do bequeath my love for Berlin to Mary Ellen Barnes, and my sister Sandra. Try to be good to the boys, girls. I, Shirley Nason, do bequeath my love for the Navy to Mary Ellen Barnes. I, Leone Nugent, do bequeath my fun at All-State to Brenda Israel. It's a lot of fun li if you like to practice. I, Gwendolyn Parker, do bequeath my love for Fords to my sister Judy. They do get you there and back. I, Rejeanne Perras, do bequeath my French temper to Rita Devost. Take it easy on the A' boys, Rita. I, Saran Platt, do bequeath my love for drawing to Mary Marges. I, Lee Rice, do bequeath my love for being basketball manager to Clyde Platt. I I, Mona Riendeau, do bequeath my love for real cool Fords to anyone who can stand the bumps and dives. I, Rowell Thibodeau, do bequeath my love for my old Chevie to John Platt. It sure beats walking, when you can start it. I, Brenda York, do bequeath my ability for missing the schoolbus to my sister Linda. ' Remember, you won't have Harold to depend on. I, Reginald Zanes, do bequeath my dirty hands and sore knuckles to Fred Tremose. I Don't bother to wash them, Freddie. C7 I5 H To next year's Seniors we leave success in all your class activities, and in your yearbook. Have fun. To next year's Juniors we leave a wonderful time with your play and Prom. To next year's Sophomores we leave lots of good spirit and sportsmanship. Show it at your basketball games. . To next year's Freshmen We leave four great years at G.H.S. Good luck and study hard! N Zj?f716'SS es ef

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Here Forde!! OW Future . . . C J an 7. i 0 'mlaltilggvff I Q , FR IX 4 2 if' ' ' ,,' .L X 2' I -. Little Rock, Arkansas July 2, 1967 Dear Ann: Ido wish you could have come back for our tenth class reunion. It was wonderful to be back in Groveton with old friends and classmates. I explained that since your husband is manager of the Prudential Insurance Company, you had to be hostess at an insurance convention in Los Angeles that week. Our classmates are scattered throughout the United States and even in foreign countries. In answer to my announcements of the reunion, I received letters from Saran Platt, Sandra Goad, Donald Harris and Nathan Martin telling me they were unable to attend. Saran is a missionary in Africa. Sandra and her husband spent their honey- moon in Florida and liked it so much they decided to live there. For a few years they were deep sea divers, and now they own a hotel. Donald is mak- ing a career of the navy, and is stationed in the Pacific as commander of a battleship. Nathan has made the Marines his career, and has just return- ed from the Mediterranean Sea where he repre- sented the Marines in a special escort for the President of the United States. I iiew from Little Rock to New York City. On the plane I saw a very familiar face. As he came toward me, I recognized Harold Marshall. He is the Manager of a branch of the Ford Motor Com- pany in Detroit, and was flying to New York on business. From there he was going to Groveton. When we landed at LaGuardia Airfield in New York City, Elaine met me. I had been invited to stay with her a few days before we left for Grove- ton together. Her husband is the head of a New York clinic which is doing highly specialized re- search in cancer. Elaine is very active in a club that sponsors and aids social workers. She said that her training as a medical secretary helped her in this work. Elaine told me that Dawn Emerson also does can- cer research. She works in both Chicago and New York, and at the time she was in New York. She also told me that Shirley Fowlie is a psychiatrist in an experimental marriage clinic in New York. That night Elaine had a dinner party for the four of us, and we had a very nice time discussing our school days. The next morning we went to a television studio. How surprised I was to find Trudy Call the Master of Ceremonies of the variety show that was being broadcast! We also visited Carolyn Cassidy. She has been a stewardess for United Airlines until recently, when she married a pilot. Her husband taught her to Hy and they own their own plane. She told us she was flying to Groveton the next day and want- ed Elaine, Shirley, Dawn, and me to go with her. Trudy was unable to attend because of her TV schedule. Just as we landed in Groveton another plane was preparing to take off. It was Rowell Thibodeau who was leaving to investigate reports of a forest Hre. He is a game warden and has also started a mink ranch. As we were standing there talking, we heard a roar and turned to see a new-style sportscar pull- ing into the airport. It wasn't very surprising to see Reggie Zanes get out and walk toward us. He said he had designed the car, and was working in Chicago for the firm that manufactures them. We all rode into town with him. Upon arriving in town, we went into the res- taurant, and were met by Shirley Nailer and Re- jeanne Perras. They told us they were married, and that their husbands owned the restaurant. As we sat at our table in the restaurant we could hear voices talking basketball. When we turned around to investigate, we saw it was Darryl, Chuck, and Lee. Darryl is the physical education teacher at Plymouth Teachers College, Chuck is a high school teacher and coach in Massachusetts, and Lee is the Manager of the Boston Celtics. While I was unpacking at the hotel, the tele- phone rang. It was Irene, Leone, and Shirley Na- son. I invited them to come up, and no sooner had I replaced the receiver, than they were at the door. We had a wondeful reunion with them. Irene's husband is an instructor at the University of Ver- mont, and she teaches in a kindergarten connected with the University. Leone and Shirley had come to Groveton from Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, where they are both living. Leone and her husband are both doctors and have a private hospital. Shirley is the head operating nurse at that hospital. Elaine and I wanted to have our hair done, and were directed to a beautician. It turned out to be Gwenie. She said she had so much spare time she thought she would enjoy running a beauty salon. She does an excellent job, too. By the time we had our actual reunion, there were only four former classmates whom I had not seen. I soon saw them, though. Mona had just arrived from Boston and Helen had come from Manchester with her. Mona's husband runs a photography studio. She works as his secretary. Helen is married and her husband owns a radio and television business. Bill Kerr and Lester Breault had flown up from Texas, just for the day. Bill is an oil millionaire, and Lester owns a huge ranch. Seeing and talking with these former classmates has given me much pleasure and has brought back many memories. I hope this brief sketch of their present lives has brought some joy to you. I promise to give you more details when we meet this fall. Love, Brenda

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