Weston High School - Key Yearbook (Weston, MA)

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I ' i M T « f M Class of 1946 Front Row (left to right): Nancy Weber, Virginia Wheel¬ er, Betty Hanney, Lola Hodgdon, Everett Schwartz, John White, Beverly Hastings, Barbara Kingsbury, Sally Bol¬ ster, Betty Bolster, Lorraine Compton, Ann Colpitts. Second Row: Dolores Tassinari, Charles Morreali, Buddy Clive, Don McRae, Charles Walls, Harold Coburn, Joan Camman, Calvin Patriquin, Charles Hartell, Fred Newell, Charles Whiting, Carol Wilkie, Myrtle Littlefield. Third Row: Parker Harrison, Fred Crafts, Joe Studley, Walter Palmer, Charles Place, David Whelpley, Jack Martin, Lyman Parsons, Jack Van Heest, Lois Rinehart, June Martin. CLASS OFFICERS President . JOHN WHITE Vice-President . BEVERLY HASTINGS Secretary . Barbara Kingsbury Treasurer . EVERETT SCHWARTZ 16

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In our sophomore year Nancy Woodman, the New Hampshire belle, and Kenny King joined our happy little group, while Harry Patterson, Noel Coletti, Bob Owens, Corinne Crehan, Louise Benotti, and Bruce Ayer left. In our junior year, we gave the Junior Prom at which Dolly Clark was chosen Queen, and her court included Betsy Shaw, Jeanne Rogers, Dorothy Sheehan, Carolyn Robinson, Lorraine Comeau, and Madeline Homond. During our senior year, John Beebe, Eleanor Walls, and Gwendolyn Gale reinforced us. One of the high spots of the year came when Henry Johnson represented us on the Junior Town Meeting of the Air,’’ where he ably dis¬ cussed Should We Abolish the Electoral College?” We were well represented. Remember the time Snap” Malloy threw a ball into the girls’ locker room, sending a shower of glass down poor Gerrie’s back? Remember the time someone threw John Beebe’s clothes into the girls’ locker room and they couldn’t be found until a certain young lady suddenly discovered them and gave them back? We will long remember the members of our class now in the armed serv¬ ices. These include Paul Foote, Gordon Desmond, Philip Noyes, and Ken¬ neth King in the Navy, and Alfred Edmunds in the Army Air Corps. As a class we have had our difficulties, but the good times we have had have more than made up for them.

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CLASS PROPHECY TIME: 1955. t SETTING: Mr. Cummings’ house—Discussion Club, with the Class of 1945 as guests. JUNE F.: While the others are preparing the food, let’s find out what’s become of the kids” of ’45. I’m still pounding the typewriter down in New York. I’ve got a cute little apartment on 32nd street—it seems queer to be back in the peace of Weston again. I was talking to Jeannie just before I came here. She meant to come, but Whitey was using the helicopter. They’ve settled down in Newton. NANCY W.: So Jeannie’s married, too? I finally decided to turn domestice myself, after being a scientific research worker for a while. Now I’m busy being Bob’s better half. Hey, do you know who I saw yesterday? Nancy Peakes—she’s an up-and-coming journalist for the Herald. I knew she’d make the grade. Remember the marks she used to get? BETTE T.: Yes, she’s c ertainly gone places since she left dear old Weston! Does anyone know whether Audie and Candy were first married as we thought they’d be? NANCY W.: Oh sure— they didn’t wait long! Candie runs a nursery school, so she’s tied down by the little dears. Audie has turned businessman—he and Tom Tilton are having quite a time keeping Ogilvie’s out of bankruptcy. They’ve got Phil Noyes in on it, too. He’s their accountant. I guess I don’t need to ask what you’ve been doing, Bet. I imagine you’ve had some rare times with the internes! BETTE T.: You’ve got me all wrong, Nance—my interests still lie in Waltham. Besides, I don ' t see many internes. I’m a visiting nurse now. Lorraine Comeau is a registered nurse now, too, you know. We met at a nurses’ convention last week. NANCY W.: Yes, so I’ve heard. Phee—what have you been doing with yourself? PHEE B. : Don’t tell me you haven’t heard about the sportswear shop that Sally and I own? It’s right near the Greyhound Bus Terminal in town. Chopper’s going to come into the business, too, since she’s been managing the Weston Sport Shop. KATY G.: Do you own that little shop on Arlington Street where those flashy slacks are sold? PHEE B.: Of course—they’re our specialty. Do you know whom we saw the other night in at the Top Hat ? Johnnie Mele’s Melodeers, and Chris Tebo as their torch singer. They are really hot! Katy, are you still teaching Latin, French, and history at Winsor? KATY: Strange as it may seem, Phee, I am. ALICE: I guess I shouldn’t ask about that gorgeous ring, Katy, but don’t tell me you’ve finally singled them down to just one! KATY: Ye-e-es—New York is a won-der-ful place, but to change the subject, whatever became of our class politician, Naomi? ALICE: I thought you all knew—Naomi is touring the country; she’s up for Congresswoman. Speaking of touring, I’ve been around a bit myself! South America, no less! I’m a secretary for the Standard Oil Company. I’m going back soon. Ah—those Brazilians! Miss Hard¬ ing’s Spanish certainly came in handy. ELEANOR: Have you heard? David Campbell is at the head of a model agency. Who would’ve known it? 17