Middleborough High School - Timaron Yearbook (Middleborough, MA)

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CI ASS OF History of Class of 1 936 Gordon Dk 1 ' ij KinsiiKin Aye I Aye! Captain! We are docked and a log of our trip with the graduating class of 1936 is ready. Our ship is 17 fathoms above sea level here due to the recent flood caused by the tears of the departing class. Our posi- tion is lat. 410 55 ' N and long. 70o 55 ' W or in other words about one mile nortliwest of the Middleboro standpipe, one fourtli of a mile southwest of the largest herring run in the world, and one-half a mile southeast of St. Luke ' s Hospital. The two hundred and eighteen Freshmen who four years ago were shanghaied up the M. H. S. gangplank, were met by the naval officers in charge headed by Admiral March and Rear Admiral Tillson. Most of the girls were as nervous as a rabbit ' s nose — and so were the boys. We soon organized as a crew% with Samuel Shaw as captain of our imposing super-dreadnought. After we had been beat- en into shape by Hard-fisted Hyman, our first opportunity to u.se our sea legs came when we underwent the hurricane of a mid- year examination. Most of us weathered the storm successfully through the keen surveil- lance and able propulsion of our floating fac- ulty. — Albert Fowler did a mental tail spin in Latin which resulted in a slight decrease among the Latin fanatics. Others were da.shed upon the rocks of Mathematics and English, but no fatalities occurred. During that same year, as well as those fol- lowins ' many of the girls Avere struck by moonlightning, which intensified that boy- ological urge. Witness the marriages which have taken place since grammar school. (And we understand wedding bells will be ringing soon for others!) This may be accounted for when we consider that we began and ended our scholastic careers in M. H. S. on leap years — 1932-36. It is also to be noted that in this period of time our class has gone off the gold standard with President Franklin D. Roosevelt and chosen blue and silver for our cla.ss colors, intead of blue and gold as at Bates Grammar School. Well do we remember the socials wliere were heard the soft and sweet strains of ' ' Wink ' Shuman ' s Cape Cod Humanettes. For the first time the gii ' is fully a|)pi-(H ' ial( ' l tliat phrase, (Jet off my feet! when Oscar Croutwor.st appeared at the socials in his number twelve dancing oxfords. However, romance blossomed in full at the Junior Prom : it was at that time that Thalia Drake spi-ain- ed her wisdom tooth when slu ' fell for Kalph Maddigan. A fire drill at M. H. S. takes one minute and twenty seconds, but it takes approximately twenty seconds for most of our messmates to reach our new well-patronized dining hall. Reds and rioters are mild and effeminate in comparison with the ravenous mob which breasts the tide of humanity which is steering its wav to a five cent dinner — while they last ! Will we ever forget room twenty-seven, es- pecially in the winter, when those breezes of Geometry and Algebra felt as though they had been sharpened on icebergs, and while the animated icebergs in the room were solving their problems with frozen minds, the statue on the second deck was having its head warm- ed by Otto Rorschach ' s hat ? Or will we forget tho.se seventy-five cent words of Herring Bone Hicks during some of the assemblies? And speaking of assemblies remember the ver- satile Mr. Jo Kenny — -tlie Woman ' s Home Companion — and the blushes of Betty Swift when she saw herself depicted in Mr. Kenny ' s cartoons ' ? After a .successful cruise of two years Cap- tain Shaw retired and Captain Haskell ably took his place at the helm for the remaining two years. A certain notorious individual of this cla.ss, voted as the noisiest, liveliest, and wittiest, none other than Bombshell Kit Mitchell, was taken for a ride to Washington, D. C. as our representative of the Red Cross for the spring of 1934. Through the lively and nimble efforts of the W. P. A. gobs , the athletic field was renovated and a new swimming pool installed — now j ' ou can be .strong and handsome , Chasie ! That ' s where our wittiest boy, who wishes he were twins but is only Phoebe ] lurray, grew to be tall, dark and handsome . Aiul while we are on the subject of Pulchritude, it is interesting to trace the growth of beauty in 21

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(31 u 4l t ' i«tti tinn The Class o[ 1936 Holds in Loving Remembrance RicKard A. Guilford Those we love truly never die, Though year by year the sad memorial wreath, A ring and flowers, types of life and death, Are laid upon their graves. For death the pure life saves. And life all pure is love; and love can reach From heaven to earth, and nobler lessons teach Than those by mortals read O ' Reilly

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MMFAAORIAI HIGHil our class. When we entered, the majority of the jrirls were a bnneh of fieUl daisies, but now many of them liave blossomed into chry- santhemums, the best lookinfr beinjr Helen McXeil. In somewhat the same vein, the way Scotty McCaig lays his hairs out like a public park, it is no wonder he has been elected the class sheik . We learned the wisdom of fools , not as Soi)homores. but as Jiiniors, when Rear Ad- miral Tillson put on one of his side-shows ' at the expense of any poor student who said. I don ' t know! The local merchants will probably always get their share of the mer- cury plated dimes diiring the mercury chem- is-try experiment each year. After hearinj, boisteroi;s David Pratt recite in his blushing voice we can readily xmderstand Avhv his class elected him as the quietest boy. I wonder what would happen if he and Alice Jefferson. ho was voted the quietest girl, spent an evening together? (R. S. V. P. eyes, David?!) It is with pleasure we have watched that football player, Honey Boy Finneran de- velop into our star j layer and go tearing down the field. And why wouldn ' t he witli the elastic .strain of the trim and spruce M. H. S. Band to spur him on? John Strojny Avas voted the most professional athlete of the tongue, and Johnny ] Iurphy. the lad who can sing a duet all by himself, got voted the ' ' biggest bluffer ' ; and we suspect they are in a rush to get to their own accident if one is to judge the dreandined way in which they drive. During the Junior year a severe rolling mo- tion, caused by our best dancers . Eddy Fleming and Elnora De Ioranville whooping up the .Seaman ' s Dirge , resulted in many classmates being washed overboard, reducing our class to its present crew of one hundred and three members. The C. C. C. projects also called many of our loyal shipmates to dessert us. We didn ' t know but a Commis- sioner Shotgun Rogers would leave us dur- ing the Lindbergh kidnaping ca.se, and even Bullseye Beals had a leaning toward the (}-Man service about that time. You see. Lorraine Gates belched forth so explosively at him she almost blew our ship to Daw Jones ' Locker . Althoiigh they resemble comic cartoons, the likeness of each .student is preserved for pos- terity by the insistence of Admiral ] Iarch and his coa.st defen.se vessel ] Iiss Veazie. The dramatic talent of our class was well demon.strated in the radio skit, Courage in an Hour of Need , when Sherwood Burnett was a Dog fight nearby ; as for the log- keeper, (myself). I was a Sigh, a Tumult, and a Groan. Our talent reached its apex with the Senior Play The Three Graces , in which Ella Trufant was the beautiful damsel in distress, and Sam Shaw as the more distressed hero. Complacent Leora lurdock demon- strated lier prowess as a gastronomic interior decorator. Logs, which are written in dry and official language, often conceal in brief sentences a whole stirrinir story of romance, such as : Seaman Samuel Breck overboard, rough seas, couldn ' t lower boats; sailorette Alice Cole swims to rescue with lifeline. ' (So that ' s vour line , Alice!) As we disembark from the ] L H. S. we .sense our dependence on the mother ships ' ' Brawn, O ' Xeil, D. P. Chase, and Moore and wish that we might transfer them to our pri- vate service as we launch our own miniature crafts. However, we A ish the entire fleet a Bon Voyage . Probably if we asked ] Ir. Thomas what he thought of our cla.ss historv he would sav, It ' s a Crime! 22