Wellesley High School - Wellesleyan Yearbook (Wellesley, MA)

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Hugh Underhill Hugh . . . Dacey’s right hand man . . . Gym Team star . . . You know when he’s near . . . Always fooling around . . . Vain attempts to start his motorcycle . . . He has a way with girls . . . Miss Walton’s pet-peeve, sixth period! ! Barbara Weller Very quiet . . . Conscientious . . Big brown eyes . . . Has a slow drawl . . . Talent for writing . . Easy-going; takes life as it is . . . Plays the piano ... A poetess, too! ... With Carolyn Hannauer . . . Has more nerve on Halloween! . . Hard to know, but worth it . + . Donald White Don . , . Comes from God’s country! . . . Quiet, conscientious worker and good student . . . Gives wrestling opponents a hard time on the mat . . . .Spends sum¬ mers on his cousin’s farm . . . Wculd make a good farmer . . . Seen with Betty . . . Good me¬ chanic and wood worker . . . Likes Cross Country running. Barbara Brooks B 2 . . . Fresh off the boat from Europe—London and Germany, that is . New member of the choir . . . Can she sing and dance! . . . What an accent; she knows some good British slang too . . . But her heart is still back in Germany. Joanne Williams Willie or Joannie to some peo¬ ple . . . Always on the go , . i Friendly . . . Personality kid . . . Forever having troubles of some kind . . . Versatile Bradford editor . . . That girl in the jeep . . . Basketball and tennis player . . . Loves to sail . . . Gloucester fan . . . What makes Joanne so quiet in French ? ? . . . One of the Three Musketeers. Joyce Wilson Has a smile for everyone . , Wonderful sense of humor . . . Smart-looking clothes . . . ’’Gave my last one to Peg!” . . . Come¬ dian . . . Handy with scissors . . . All those college men! . . . Expert on jokes . . . ’’Give me a buzz.” . . . Good time Jeanne Woods ’’Jeannie with the light brown hair” . . . Those beautiful hand- knit sweaters . . . Excels in field hockey, tennis and basketball . . . Bradford . . . Student Council . . . Came from Philadelphia . . . Always ready with a smile . . Beaming personality . . . Good worker. Manuel Xeras Manny . . . Wrestling . . . One of Mr. Bragdon’s handy men . . . Free haircuts . . . Summer em¬ ployee of the Tree Department . . . Lets the girls go their own way . . . Active member of the Gym Team. V

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John Steacie Stace . . . Tall and quiet ... A riot when he gets going . . . Basketball star . . . Often seen with Shep . . . Loves to ski . . . Sports section of the Wellesleyan . . . Likes girls, especially nice ones . . . Hopes to go to Wes¬ leyan . . . Great kidder and a lot of fun. Janet Steele Jesse . . . Good sense of humor . . . Always coming out with a new joke . . . Good basketball player . . . Carefree . . . Always ready too late . . . Full of vim and vigor . . . Can out-talk any¬ one . . . Always into something . . . One of our tallest girls. Priscilla Steele Pris . . . Quiet, with a sweet personality . . . Friendly . . . An excellent cellist . . . Plans a musi¬ cal career . . . Member of sev¬ eral musical organizations . . . Lives for summers . . . Chosen to be guest on C B S’s Weekend with Music . . . Has writing ability . What does M. I. T. have that Wellesley hasn’t? Richard Steeves Dick . . . Great athlete . . . One of Coach Steeves’ best . . . Tall, good looking and always fooling around . . . Past Student Council member ... A great sense of humor . . . Lunch room tray al¬ ways stuffed . . . Big smile and a hello for everyone . . . Always inventing new laws in physics. John Stenberg Sten . . . Tall, thin, and good- looking ... A Yearbook editor . . . Basketball captain . . . Has a good word for everyone . . . Seen with Duck . . Lots of fun . . . Oh, those Cape parties . . . Driven, a green Graham . . . Tele- viiion enthusiast . Good Time” . . . Ping! . . . From God’s country. Ruth Stockbridge Stocky ... A friend to everyone . . . A faithful worker for the office . . . That friendly smile and Hi, Honey” ... A Whiz at chemistry, eh! Ruth . . Is rhe a friend of Luke’s? ‘Tli say.” . . . The two Ruths always together ... A good ticket sales¬ man for W. H. S. activities . . . Has interests in North Carolina . . . Where is he now, Ruth 5 Is it still Bill? . . . Always ready with a joke ... A future Flor¬ ence Nightingale. Arden Tapley Tall, friendly and quiet (some¬ times) . . . Artistic . . . Gc:«d student . . . Remember Henry” (her old Ford) . . . Air raid!” . . . Another calorie counter” . . . Raw carrots . . . Has a nice singing voice . . . That naturally curly, blonde hair . . . Hates food . . . Sense of humor. Carol Lee Thomson Our girl from Georgia . What happened to her accent 5 . . . Modern Problems fan . . Forever wearing curvacious sweaters! . . . Always cn the go . . . Forever reading poems . . Oh! that bleached streak . . . Put your shoes on, Carol ! ! . . . Never without Barby and Jane . . . Adores Tony Martin . . . Off and on. Sheridan Thorup Bud . . . That blond hair gets ’em . . . Star hockey player Vice-president four years . . . His cars . . . Boog” . . . Handy with a racquet . . . Seen behind the counter . . . Buenos dios” . . . Active in school affairs . . . Friendly . . . Vice-president of the Student Council . . . Always popular. Carole Tims Cute cheerleader . . . Petite Seldom alone . . . Did Joanne say that?” . . . Girls’ basketball team . . . Lives on the outskirts of Bingville . . . One of the bet¬ ter tennis players . . . Versatile in sports . . . One of the Three Musketeers . . . Say, honest” . . . Good dancer . . . Aw, tell me” Original taste in records.

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w T T ay back about 1932 we, the present class of 1950, started on our various routes in Model 1 and Stutz Bearcat baby carriages. Approximately six years later, we had become pedestrians and had gathered together on the first routes of education — Sprague Street, Hardy Highway, Brown Boulevard, and the others. Fortunately, perhaps, those roads are too far behind now for us to see anything very clearly except the bridges — and teachers — we burned up at the time In 1944, the scenery changed abruptly. We were still pedestrians — but now we walked chiefly between two buildings, and stared up at ivy-covered walls. We had all come together on the old Junior High Turnpike — with Jimmy Thistle as chief traffic cop. (Miss Baldwin and staff also helped us keep to the right.) We were carefully instructed on how to proceed: Books in the left hand, single file please, remove that pencil from behind your ear, please . . . and shut up! But we had our say, too, in those literary gems from the Phillipian four times a year. There were great scoops like My Adventures with a Kinkajou, sport quizzes, and even poems. And a lot was happening to the world as we trotted along — proud of the books we lugged (until the novelty wore off). Around us the war ended and peace came, bringing with it the hopes for the Big Five in the U. N. and even a brief friendship with the U. S. S. R. Rationing stopped, but the drive for war bonds continued. We plodded steadily through everything. We got more than book learning from our travels. Credits were given to the deserving many, and those who had been born got those beautiful pencils that said Happy Birthday — after a mysterious -call to the office and a little finger-nail biting. Our trophies included hand-made broom holders and tie racks and clothes that never fit. Once a year an industrious home room got the Phillipian Cup and once a week Room 15 got the Attendance and Punctuality Banner. We slowed down for guidance periods, safety talks and health classes, and creaked our seats delightedly in assemblies, with Honesty-Cooperation-Loyalty above our heads. We passed through traffic slips and C’s, and we tramped on a countless number of termites. We were led through third- choice clubs, and we squeaked more chairs in rare choir and music classes (right Fellahs?). We were taken on trips to the Museum. Some of us wore the new monitors’ badges through two-thirds of the trip. And outside of school we had entered the social rotary of church dances, and Fergie’s with formals, and parties and more parties. Round and round we went. We made a few teachers whirl, too, with our dizzy doings: gathering in circles outside after lunch and yelling Fight! ; trying to fill up the ventilator shafts with pieces of ruler; sticking the remaining whole rulers in desks and hitting them to produce a beautiful twang; and dismantling desks. Our methods of transportation became more complicated as time went on. Oh, the complications of getting down into and up out of the bicycle room, and catching the school buses, swapping tickets. And then there was the day that someone drove a car to school! At about that time the rest of us poor pedestrians were tripping over strings of campaign tags and getting excited about elections. Then we had A Case of Springtime.” And before we knew it, it was Senior Class Day, and a few people were running around the playfield like mad. We didn’t break any records — not even in dancing but we left the old turnpike in high spirits. And right after we left they took down the partition between the boys’ and girls’ lunchrooms. Most of u then reached that new super highway which is better known as the Senior High. A group of comic atrip characters gave us a real welcome. How big those seniors looked!