Natick High School - Sassamon Yearbook (Natick, MA)

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I, Charles Christie, leave my basketball captaincy to Richard Zanibone and Michael Gianetti. I, Albert Troia, leave the title of best all around to Malcolm Carey. I, Payson Dowst, leave my ability to make long- winded speeches to Robert Howe. We, Lois Feldman, Colette Powers and joanne Fair leave our ability to please everyone to Lois Blandin, Cynthia Casali and joan Doheny. I, Robert Goodall, leave my excellent report card to George Kantarges. We, the Rock brothers leave to the Higgins broth- ers the ability and technique of confusing the teach- ers iexcept in Room 355. We, Roland Taylor, and Ted Porcella leave our reputations as the fugitive fishermen of Natick High to Danny Bache and David Porter. I, Robert Klein, leave my way of asking senseless questions out of the blue to Robert Augustini. I, Audrey Schmidt, leave my neat ways and pleas- ing smile to Helen Grogan. I, William Linane, bequeath the title of the most absent-minded to Ronald Flynn. I, Therese Burbey, leave my flirtatious ways to Beverly Smyth. We, Andy CGumpJ Lane and Dave Condon leave an ample supply of waste baskets to Miss Shannon to hold the gum she collects in a year. I, Ray Ames, leave my hard-working ways to Freddy Goodall. I, Patsy Parrinello, leave my outstanding musical ability to my brother, Salvy. We, Scotty Heckendorn and Myles O'Reilly leave our title of the most sought after by the opposite sex to Paul Eno and Richard Green. I, Shirley Kent, leave my secretarial ability to my sister, Carol. We, James Belmore and Bunny Mason leave our loving ways to Thomas CSpitJ Evans and a certain sophomore. I, Donald Pacifici, leave my ability on the dance floor to any ambitious underclassman. We, Mitch Carroll, Ralph Vangel, Ted Checani, Mary Chala, and William Efthim, bequeath our taste for corned beef and cabbage, or in other words fmeash me larkiab to Charlie QKocho Sandash Sticka, Charles CPandyJ Tutuny, Steve, the Kid, Zic- ko and Gloria Peters. We, the Senior Class, will and bequeath the re- mains of our estate to the Student Council to be used as they see fit. In witness whereof we hereunto set our hand and seal on this eighth day of June, 1950. CHARLES CHRISTIE Witnessed by: KATHLEEN W. YOUNG EMILY L. SHANNON

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CVM 'MA We, the Class of 1950, in the eyes of the towns- people of sound and sane mind and in perfect health, hereby, in the presence of our advisers, realizing that our high school careers are near an end, do de- clare this to be our last Will and Testament: To the juniors we leave our position as the big wheels of Natick High with the hope they will be able to roll along as well as we did. To the sopohomores we leave some of Mr. Marso's adrenalin tablets with strict orders that two tablets be taken each day in the hope that they will acquire some of our energy and ambition. To Mr. White we leave our best wishes for a speedy recovery and a happy retirement. To our advisers, Miss Grimes and Mr. Carey, we leave our heartfelt gratitude for the many hours they have spent in making our school years successful. To Mr. Quackenbush we bequeath an autographed photo of Cecil B. DeMille, with the hope he will some day make Hollywood. To Mr. Andrews we bequeath a supply of canes to assist his pupils in taking a walk. To Miss Wildbur we leave a course with Arthur Murray so that she can dance While we type to music. To Mrs. DeMeritt we leave a crop of budding young actors and actresses who will bring forth an- other outstanding play. To Mr. Gardner we leave a sound-proof room so that he can shout without being heard across the hall. To Miss Rafferty we leave an all-expense tour to Communist Russia, or China that she may bring them her views on democracy. To Mr. Malfeo we leave a group of talented juniors and an energetic repairman. To Mr. Slamin we leave a great football team for next year. To Mr. McManus we leave a fool-proof vault in which he may keep his athletic equipment and his keys safely. Certain seniors leave their superb talents to cer- tain underclassmen with the hope of seeing great things performed in all class rooms: We, Wallace Montgomery and joseph Kane leave our captaincy in football to Charles Sticka and Robert Montagna on the condition that they keep the rec- ord untarnished. We, Robert Cochran, and Richard Murphy be- queath our hockey captaincy to Thomas Curley and Charles Tutuny. Good luck, fellows.

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C4155 l 0l0A.2Cg We had left New York the night after the final performance of our lavish musical production, North Atlantic , which had a stupendous run of 1,276 performances. We, as its producers, had profitted greatly from this record-breaking run. Incidentally, our stars were none other than Albert Troia and june Lee. Right now we were on the train bound for Boston, and from there we were to continue on to our hometown for a much-needed vacation. Arriving at Boston we decided we had time to stop in for a quick show at one of the local theatres. The star of the show was an old schoolmate, Lois Feldman. Co-featured with her was that great comedian, Joe Rock. As we sat in our front row seats and took out our opera glasses, we were surprised to hear the familiar voice of our old friend, jim Beyer, yelling, Fresh fruit orangeade! After the show we made our way to the South Station and boarded a train for Natick. We found that the conductor on the train was another buddy of ours, jim Hanna. Also on the train were Franny Colcord, Lorraine Harlow, joan Huwe, Anne Crowe, and Anna Belcher, who were all returning from night school. Pulling in at the station in Natick, we noticed that a large crowd was awaiting us. The Natick High School Band, under the direction of Arthur Ellis, was playing a medley of tunes from our hit show. We stepped off the train, and as we did, a terrific blast seemed to shake the earth. As our senses left us, we heard Philip Russell, the famous nuclear scientist shout, Egads, a hydrogen-bomb! We were engulfed by a purple vapor. Slowly we seemed to sink deeper and deeper into the fog. After a while the mist seemed to dissolve and as we recovered conscious- ness we perceived about us a vast expanse of cactus-covered desert. Suddenly we realized that we were dressed in the garb of the old West. We saw a narrow trail on our right leading over a hill. Before us was a signpost with the words: I5