Weston High School - Key Yearbook (Weston, MA)

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CLASS HISTORY Back in 1930, Miss Adams, the first grade teacher, had a bad heart attack. It is said that the sight of her new class shocked her but she later found we weren’t quite as dumb as we looked. In the second grade, Murray Burke in little blue pants and sweater came in dragging a little car behind him. With a flutter of those long eyelashes he had every girl’s heart fluttering, too. Then, of course, the North School chil¬ dren, Barbara Sherman and Paula Cahill, graduated to Weston. What a thrill! They just couldn’t get over the fact that there was not just one room but three or four. And one for each grade, too. In the third, fourth and fifth grades, many students came and left. In the sixth grade, however, Peggy Lee Hill strutted into Miss Staples’ room all knees and elbows with her nose in the air. Oh yes! One day in the sixth grade, Anne Whitney came blowing in with news of a new male neighbor, her age, with big ears and a brand new bicycle. Was she excited! Isn’t she still? (Ahem, olf the subject.) The sixth grade was one of our busy years, I guess, because that was the time a group of girls chased Russell Johnson from the playground to Miss Staples’ lap because he refused to play hopscotch. Funny how people change, isn ' t it? In the seventh grade we were almost frightened off by three hungry wolves, namely, Alvin Jacobs, Teddy Coburn, and Doug Schofield, who decided that the seventh grade girls were a little better than the eighth. After those three roughnecks joined us, things began popping. Almost every day Mrs. Hill had some boy by the ear, dragging him down to Mr. Rhoades’ office. But she wasn’t the only teacher who had trouble with us. Miss Johnson, who was new and green, found it hard to discipline us. I re¬ fer especially to the time that Arthur Ackerson put a mouse in the top drawer of her desk and when she reached for a pencil, she grabbed the mouse instead. What some people won’t do for excitement. That was the year Mr. Rhoades chased Murray Burke, in his gym suit, half way to Waltham because he cussed” a teacher. This was the year we brought out our dramatic ability by putting on Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs,” under the direction of Miss Marble. Now that was something worth seeing! Miss Marble also went to town on a nature project that year. Who won the prize for the best notebooks, anyway? Of course, those four star students, Peggy Hill, Doris Peakes, Alice Rand and Mavis Gillette. When we went to join Miss Spear across the hall for our freshman year, we felt pretty important—that is, until the seniors took us down a peg. I can remember going by the library and just barely stealing a glance in as if it were a sanctuary or something. It would be pretty hard to forget Bunny Coletti, the happy-go-lucky president of our class during the freshman and sophomore years. That year Eveleth Cooper (who had us all sitting with 15

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ALAN MORGAN l know a hawk from a handsaw.” Alan, better known as Morgue,” joined us during our freshman year and has been one of the more serious members of our class. His hobby is orni¬ thology, in which he excels. With him everything is birds, birds, and more birds. If his classmates ever wonder why he looks so tried every Monday morn¬ ing, they have only to refer to his week-end bird trips, on which he stays up practically all night. One of the more brainy members of our class, he is now in the middle of his first year at Bowdoin. He will be there until he gets his orders from the Marines on the first of July. Activities: Glee Club 2 years, Operetta ’41, Football ’42. CLASS STATISTICS Girls Boys Most ambitious Doris Peakes Francis Guthrie Done most for the class Peggy Lee Hill Francis Guthrie Most poised Jeannine Hildebrand Robert Whittemore Smartest Eveleth Cooper Richard Amon Most popular Marjorie Perkins Douglas Schofield Teacher’s pet Anne Whitney Richard Amon Most personality Peggy Lee Hill Francis Guthrie Best dressed Doris Peakes Teddy Coburn One with most pains Peggy Moody Robert Travis Best actor Doris Peakes Francis Guthrie Always late Kitty Macdonald Herbie Vinnecombe Best musician Alice Rand Sherman Davis Neatest Ruth Strickland Richard Amon Best singer Jeannine Hildebrand Francis Guthrie Most punctual Barbara Colpitts Richard Amon Friendliest Kitty Macdonald Francis Guthrie Most versatile Helen Coburn Whiton Jackson Class politician Doris Peakes Frank Amon Quietest Barbara Sherman Robert Mann Best looking Helen Coburn Teddy Coburn Class comedian Doris Peakes Alvin Jacobs Biggest time killer Best combination of brains and Helen Coburn Clarence Ackerson good looks Jeannine Hildebrand Whiton Jackson Class dreamer Marjorie Perkins Robert Mann Man or woman about town Anne Whitney Clarence Ackerson Most inquisitive Peggy Dolan Russell Johnson Best athlete Kitty Macdonald Douglas Schofield Best citizen Jeannine Hildebrand William Nussburger Biggest eater Peggy Moody John Byron Best dancer Peggy Lee Hill Leonard Upham Most likely to succeed Alice Rand Alan Morgan Noisiest Doris Peakes Alvin Jacobs Best line Anne Whitney Clarence Ackerson Cleverest Paula Cahill David Kingsbury Best speaking voice Jeannine Hildebrand Francis Guthrie Happiest Kitty Macdonald Francis Guthrie Most studious Eveleth Cooper Richard Amon Sleepiest Kathryn Place Robert Travis Most talkative Anne Whitney Francis Guthrie One with the most alibies Mary Sullivan Alvin Jacobs Class flirt Anne Whitney Francis Guthrie Heart breaker Anne Whitney Teddy Coburn Man or woman hater Jerry Brownell Francis Pooler Class individualist Eveleth Cooper Whiton Jackson Most artistic Paula Cahill William Nussburger First married Like to be cast on a desert Ruth Strickland Murray Burke island with Marjorie Perkins Teddy Coburn Least understood by teachers Terry Brownell Alvin Jacobs 14

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our mouths hanging open in history while she told of her travels about the world), and Whiton Jackson were added to our happy group. I guess John Bryon came then, too. I remember Barbara Bulwinkle sitting in Ancient History admiring his dimples and curly hair. In our sophomore year that un¬ forgettable cowgirl, Lillian Thompson, came and left. What a character! Anyone who didn’t pass English that year was not at fault, what with paper clips buzzing by their ears, 9:20 club on full blast and Miss Ripley trying to calm things down, it was a little difficult to concentrate. What a jump from English 2 to English 3 with the Sears Essay, Career Books, Public Speaking and Mr. Zorn’s humorous jokes (on and with pupils!). We also gave a Football Dance in our sophomore year and made some¬ thing like $15. Next year, however, thinking quite a lot of ourselves, we did not put as much into it, therefore did not get as much out of it. But don’t be too harsh; we tried to make ud for it with a good Junior Prom. The French classes had quite a time that year; with all the changing of teachers, I don’t know how we ever passed French. First, we had Mrs. Farrell, then Mrs. Jacques, who used to be envied by every student with her midmorning snacks, (That was last year, remember?) and then Miss Bocquel introduced her new factory system (never mind, Miss Bocquel, we’ll try to be as business like and efficient as possible on what you have already tried to teach us). What about the time Bobby Travis lost his books in math class and Miss Green went around the room making everyone repeat after her, I have not seen his books; I have not touched his books, and I don’t know where they are.” A half hour later, Corinne Crehan came gaily tripping down from study hall with the books, blissfully unaware of all the trouble she had caused. We proudly boast of Mavis Gillette who finding herself too smart for us went as a junior from high school to be a freshman at Cornell. She seems to be doing all right, too, with the army officers, I mean. In the past we have had only short comings, but this year we had tall” Cummings. Mr. Cummings, the ideal history teacher, has not only boosted our interest in U. S. history, but has also stimulated our interest in current events and tea drinking at discussion club. That wonderful Mr. Morgan as editor-in-chief for the yearbook left us in a hole to go to Bowdoin. I can’t say as I blame him. The seniors had the privilege of introducing Freak Day this year. Hon¬ orable mention should go to Sherman Davis for his excellent costume of a peasant woman which poor Mr. Rhoades had to feast his eyes on all day. I do hope all the underclassmen will realize how we worked and slaved and wore our fingers to the bone in producing this yearbook. And poor Mr. Zorn! We had to read this in the first draft. No wonder he wears glasses. 16