Mansfield High School - Hornet / Green Years Yearbook (Mansfield, MA)

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patience to listen. Miriam Milson leaves her class picture to next year’s picture committee, for their inspiration, and as an excellent ‘‘ad”’ for Purdy. Louis Nelson leaves to that happy-go-lucky Junior, Bob Patriquin, his recently published book “How To Get Along with All the Teachers.” Charlotte Patriquin passes on to Martha Hodges her ability as a bridge player, with a periscope so that she can see her opponent’s hand. Eddie Pazsit, for the last three years, has been drawing airplanes. If they were in the air instead of merely on paper, they could devastate Germany, demolish Japan, and conquer the world. Eddie leaves all of his drawings to those in charge at Boltz’s Field. Priscilla Phillips leaves her position as class treasurer and a book on balancing the budget, discarded by Secretary Morgenthau, to the treasurer-elect of the Junior Class. Dot Plausse bequeaths to Helene Gallipeau a book entitled “How to Use Brass Knuckles—in One Easy Lesson.” John Reid leaves his footprints on the Shower Room floor. Paul Scialoia leaves all the Sophomore girls in the Tuesday home room period to go “Hunting” in Foxboro. Ruth Bolton leaves to Marion Wirth her place by the drinking fountain during lunch period. Eleanor Murphy leaves her position as assistant coach of the class play to the dramatic critic in the Junior Class. Priscilla Shepard passes on her pleasing personality and charm to Deborah Sullivan, who has received a like honor every year, but who really doesn’t need it. Eloise Smith leaves her ability to complete her homework when it is due, to Earl Buck. Pearl Syat leaves her soft voice and quiet ways to Verne Butts. Joe Teixeira leaves his joke book, which has been handed down from year to year, in the care of David Jackson, with the admonition to guard it well, so that he, in turn, can hand it on again. Donald Vickery leaves Priscilla Wheeler with detailed instructions on how to avoid the wolves during her last year in. high school. I guess, along with that, Priscilla is left with a lonely and broken heart. Etta Wellman recommends to Ruth Nelson her system for passing notes in Room 5. ‘These notes are always in the line of study, of course. Grant Wood, our esteemed class president, bequeaths to Eddie Dalton his popularity, his leadership, and his place in the headlines as basketball captain, with the good wishes of the Class of °42 for the Class of ’43. As for me, I leave Mansfield High School with regret and memories of happy days with good friends and kindly teachers and coaches. In testimony whereof we hereunto set our seal, and in the presence of three witnesses declare this to be the last will of the Class of 1942. Witnesses : Boogie-Woogie Bugle Boy of Co. B. Dr: Calsatratapatus, MI. D.; W. P. A., M.-H. S. Bob Hope, King of Komedy

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ta S Jane Wynn. Barbara Dean leaves her “cuddle closer” policy to Janelle Swett. Barbara Devine leaves to Genevieve Damato the art of chewing, gum in every class without being caught. Pete Di Giampietro leaves to Roger Everett his various jobs around school, such as manipulating the school “Vic.” Dorothy Dill, about to go into training to become a nurse, leaves to the Junior girls an example of sweetness and good nature. Ralph Dustin leaves to some ambitious Junior who can qualify and who wants a little cash, his strenuous job of cutting cheese in the First National. Dorothy Dustin leaves her position in the office and a set of rubber heels to Barbara Dustin. Bob Maurer leaves his broad grin, wolfish look, and a catalogue from the “Six Little Taylors’ to John Antosca. Tony Flammia, who possesses that unmistakable laugh so familiar to us, leaves all the rooms and halls quiet. Fred Flint leaves the blushing Junior, Edith Boynton, with many happy memories. Doris Fowler and Bessie Goodwin leave their love for “gym’’ to Lillian Lincks and Hildegarde Smith. Jimmy Fowler, who plays a powerful game of tennis, leaves his racket and ruggedness to Kay Reilly. Jeff Fuller leaves his school band, with notes on how to lead a wild bunch of swing musicians, to Paul Hicks, together with a free carton of aspirin. Norma Gleason will be leaving Eddie Julian, but only while he is in school. Saturdays we'll see her at all the football games, yelling her head off for good old M.H.S.—and Mushie. James Ienello leaves his cocky attitude to Walter Phillips. Lydia Kashtan leaves her giggle to Esther Wirth. John Kaye and Nancy “Tuell leave together—out the front door and into Nancy’s car. Walter Klenk leaves his ability in science and his chemistry set, worn by overuse, to Harold Chamberlain. David Lane leaves his odd jobs around town to Billy Cross, who makes conquests wherever he works, especially with the ladies. Paul Lane leaves his physique and extreme quietness to Stan Inman, with the conviction “I never lost a thing by keeping quiet.” Clarence Leonard leaves his car to Fred Morse, to use in making the rounds with special delivery letters early in the morning, with the reminder that “Early to bed and early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and oh, so wise.” Irene Macomber, the only girl in the salesmanship class, leaves this honored position, and along with it a keen ear, to Helen Nickerson, so that she may catch the full significance of all that is said. Russell McCann bequeaths that unforgettable walk of his to ‘“Punchy” Nielsen. Dorothy McKee leaves her seat in Miss Hannon’s car to Seward Tuell, with the warning to be on hand early so as not to miss a ride to school. Robert McKillop and Donald Morse leave their sales talks to anyone who has

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CLASS PROPHECY yn on Wa By GORDON P. FULLER I was standing in an ofhce overlooking Broadway when the telephone gave a sharp ring. Russell McCann picked up the receiver and said, MecCann’s Masterful Music Mart. — Yes, we provide entertainment. May | help you?” While the other party was talking, I stood admiring a picture of Lydia Kashtan, the former jitterbug of the Mansfield High, now a well-known dancing instructor. Mac laid down the receiver. “Well, Jeff,’ he said, “I’ve got you a job at last. After two weeks of one- nighters here in New England, your orchestra will open at Grant’s Tomb in New Yiorks, “Grant’s Tomb?” I exclaimed. ‘Are you kiddin’ ?” “Oh, I don’t mean the burial place of the famous general and president,” Mac replied. ‘The Grant’s Tomb I refer to is the night club owned by our former class president, Grant Wood. He named it The Tomb because he buried so much money in it.” “Too bad,” I said soberly, inwardly wondering if Woodie would be able to pay me. Mlac, however, seemed to read my thoughts. “Grant is doing all right now, Jeff,’ he assured me. “He’s in politics and plans to oppose President Roosevelt in his campaign for a fifth term at the White House.” “Grant might win at that,’ I remarked with a knowing smirk on my face, “for he’s sure of the women’s vote.” ” “Right you are,’ agreed Russell. “In fact, several famous American women have already given him their support. Pearl Syat, the great pianist, has composed his campaign song, ‘Boogie, Woogie, Woodie’; and Nancy Tuell, a hot trumpet player, has also promised to help him. Woodie, however, does not feel so sure about Nancy now, for her action has involved her in difficulties with her manager, John Kaye.” We both laughed heartily, but Mac noticed that I was getting impatient, so he told me that a bus would pick up my men and me at ten o’clock, Monday morning. I hurried out to tell the good news to the boys. In my haste I almost knocked over Eloise Smith, Mac’s private secretary. After apologizing to her, I decided to take things more calmly and stop off at a drug store to soothe my nerves. After all, why shouldn’t I be excited? This was the first contract my band had secured in three months. To my surprise, it was Barbara Devine who came forward to serve me. After three years at a college of pharmacy, Barbara certainly could make a swell chocolate soda. After complimenting her on her skill, I left. When I got back to the Ritz Carlton Hotel, where my men and I were staying,—that’s where we were staying, back of the Ritz Carlton,—I saw a familiar