Ludlow High School - Lion Yearbook (Ludlow, MA)

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LUDLOW HIGH SCHOOL page twenty-seven THE SAGA OF 748 Looking back over twelve happy years, Our eyes are misty and wet with tears. Our first day of school, how well we remember, We had waited so long for that day in September. So we glided through first grade and second as well, And we learned how to read and to write and to spell. With the sixth grade half our school l'fe was through, We were reaching the top and our goal was in view. In seventh and eighth, which is called Junior High, The girls curled their hair and the boys winked their eyes. Then thrill of all thrills we reached High School at last, And were known far and wide as the Freshman Class. As Sophomores we simply stood by in awe, And stared at the Seniors who “lay down the law!” As Juniors the Prom was our biggest affair, That night was enjoyed by all who were there. At last we were Seniors, oh, joy unconfined! Being “cock of the walk”, we were rather refined, But we laughed and we sang while the months flew by, And now we must leave with a tear and a sigh. But to those who “hate school,” believe us, we know, When you get to be Seniors, you'll be sorry to go! CLASS SONG The time for parting has arrived; We must face the world, Though the future is uncertain And life’s flag unfurled. We will go forward heads up high, Be prepared to fight The many hurdles that confront us And work for the right. The guidance taught us and the knowledge We have gained in school, Will be our guiding star And help us keep the rules. Our childhood mem’ries, high school glories We will ne’er forget, They’ll be a torch to light our way Through darkness or regret. And so we bid farewell to thee, We must take our leave, From dear old Ludlow High School Though it makes us grieve. We are the class of forty-three, Who now we bid all adieu May God bless our Alma Mater And ever see her through. Words: Catherine Janes Music: Earl W. Bennett By Leona Boudet TO THE YEARS AHEAD We’ve been together these past four years, Now each must go his way, To work and fight, and plan and hope For a better world someday, We stand at our best, unbiased and free, The American youth today, To guard our heritage, preserve our faith, From these we’ll never stray. With courage, devotion, ideals, and pride, Our battles we’ll fight to the end. To err is human, and human we are, But our best is the least we can spend, We’ll never forget these past four years, And our class of Forty-Three, They’ll mean so much in future times In our struggle for victory. By Barbara Crowell Ruby Almgren ne —— es SSS ae ee ee

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page twenty-six Wine IRIEWINEW . . 5 i @kats: ura Crowell, pianist; Alfred Silva Fidalgo, vocalist with Barbara Reed’s orchestra; Don- ald Boucher, cowboy star; Ann Casagrande, stylist, and her brother Reno, who owns a chain of garages. Just as the chairman is about to speak, the sound of marching feet is heard, and in walk three gobs—Ross Swpernaw, Roy Senecal, and Armand Goodreau. Well! This is a surprise! Here are Norma Frennier, private secretary; Loretta Fon- taine, noted hairdresser; James Cormack, president of the Ludlow Bank; Dorothy and Leona Lavigne, dancing partners in a Hollywood review, Oh! And did you know that Francis Warren and Ruth MacGregor are their accompanists? Also in that group is Viola Witowskzi, accordion impressario; Robert Wood, M.C. of a radio program; Ruth Wilson, a member of the surgical staff of the Ludlow Hospital; Anna Silva, waitress; Marie Silva, hair dress- er; Walter Lieciwitz, aeronautics instructor, and Norman Lyon, engineer, who now raises his voice for silence again, and this time the chairman speaks, “I guess you all know now why you received a mysterious message telling you to come to this forlorn village. Yes, fellow classmates, it’s a reunion of the graduates of the class of 1943.” As she finishes, another group walks in. Leading them are Theodore Masley, comedian, and Adua Manoni, sales manager at the ‘Elemenesco”. They are f ollowed by Jeanette Coache, a dancing teacher; Gloria Coderre, pianist in an orchestra; Irene Bernardo, noted authority on children; Josephine Majowicz, Colonel in the WAACS;Ezuara Nunes, air hostess; Anne Pereira, Mr. Joslow’s private secretary. With her is her sister, Persis, who also is a secretary in the same office. Yes, everyone is here and having a wonderful time dancing, eating, and talking over old times. The only interuption to their gaiety is the occasional shrieks and hideous sounds that echo through the building. The committee responsible for this or:ginal reunion and creators of those horrible noises consists of Hdward Schmidt, owner of the First National Chain Stores; dalina Santos, Gen- eral Manager of Sickles; Gloria Supernant, superintendent of nurses at the Ludlow Hos- pital; Phyllis Waldron, who has snared a multi-millionaire; Mitchell Irla, owner of a large silver fox farm; Jane Przybycien, directory of the Ludlow “Rec”, and that glamour boy of glamour boys, Tony Leite. Also helping them are Fernado Almeida, cartoonist; Marie Silva, hairdresser; Donald Boucher, lieutenant in the naval air corps; Helen Bulecza, private secre- tary; Henry Ciocci, Ace of the Second World War, and Mario Varzeas, also an Ace; Cathe- rine Lewicki, air hostess on the Clipper, and many of our old teachers, This prophecy was foretold by the magic globe in the old Ludlow High School (it was in good condition then) by the following esteemed persons: Pete the Tramp Louie the Gloom Joe the Dope SO BE IT! Su Memoriam RAYMOND WARREN, Junior A MEMBER OF THE CLASS OF 1943

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page twenty-eight Win RUSWAVENAA 4 Shays CLASS WILL We, the Class of 1943, being of sound mind and super bodies, (see Victory Corps) do hereby bequeath the following tokens of our esteem—some of our most prized possessions: To the green and budding Freshman class, we leave our fond wishes for a successful climb up the ladder to their seniority and the courage to face it. To the Sophomores whose airs are becoming too grand on their departure from Fresh- man Row, we leave a little of our own modesty and retiring ways (7). To the Junior class who will try to step into our shoes—some of our kindness so they won’t be too hard on underclassmen and our invariable semi-weekly lectures, We also wish to make the following ind:vidual bequests: IDA ALEXANDER—Leaves her dancing feet to her sister, MARYETTA ALEXANDER, and her warm friendliness to ROSALIE PUKISH. FERNANDO ALMEIDA—Leaves his artistic ability to EVA SANTOS and “The Hornet” to anyone capable of driving it. RUBY ALMGREN—Leaves her amiable smile to GEORGE GADAIRE and her oratorical ability to WENONAH CRANDALL. ADOLPH ALVES—Leaves his athletic prowess to JOHN KURTY and his lady-killing to ALDO PIANGERELLI. THERESA ALVES—Leaves her artistic ability to RENE SAVOIE and her rosy cheeks to LOUISE GRABOWSKI. BERTHA BARSZCZ—Leaves her quiet manner to DOROTHY HERON and her steno- graphic ability to EDNA BIRRELL. GRACE BELL—Leaves her winning ways to BRIDGET KARCZMARCZYK and her fair skin to DOLORES RODRIGUES. EARL BENNETT—Leaves his executive ability to BARBA RA WOOD and his orchestral ambition ta JOE LOPES. IRENE BERNARDO—Leaves her excellent penmanship to MARY REID and her dark beauty to FLORENCE MUSINSKI. FRED BIALKA—Leaves his shyness to FRED GILLAN and a few inches of his height to ROBERT SMITH. FRED BIELIZNA—Leaves his good nature to WILLIAM ROONEY and his wit to PAUL SADOWSKI, LEO BISAILLON—Leaves his naps in classes to RICHARD LINTON and his oratory to THOMAS MORTIMER. DONALD BOUCHER—Leaves his nonchalance to ELSIE PIANGERELLI and his guitar to JOSEPH GAUTHIER. LEONA BOUDET—Leaves her bright smile to CONSTANCE BELL and her page boy to IMOGENE MILLER, HELEN BULECZA—Leaves her dark quiet eyes to ROY RICHARDSON and her silence to CELESTE SILVA. PHYLLIS BUTLER—Leaves her collection of horse pins to MIRIAM MORIN and her multi-colored lipsticks ttc MARGARET HYLAND.