Williamsburg High School - Tattler Yearbook (Williamsburg, MA)

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in 20, Henrietta Ronka Class dreamer Enjoys outdoor movies most, being alone least. She is really old faithful and certain to be a success as a sec- retary to an important man in 1967. Her most frequent statement is Let's go to Amherst. Know why? Russ is there! S .Q Oh, how she hates to get up in the morning! When she says Oh, do I love that! she's probably referring to that dia- mond on her finger or a new Chevy passing by. A quiet girl now, she'1l be married in 10 years and probably not so quiet. .UM Nancy Hillenbrand One most apt to be late Likes lots of fun but not getting up in the moming, so she'll no lg K doubt still be sleeping in 1967. Her iavorite question is What is ' that? and her favorite pastime is arguing with Mrs. Thomas. ' 11- Kind of short now--we think she should be a driver ed. instructor. ' , F - Q5 4 L 6 M's best customer, for it wouldn't he Dave without a ' .- fin' ' V cigarette. Beats me he says, beats us how he can be so QT .0 9 slow moving, but in ten years he may be on the ball. Oh, 4, faligxk 1 - I, ,Q almost forgot--he despises quiz shows! seisf-4 , 'Q s .4 Jeanne Watling and Dave Smith Two easiest to get along with likes girls and hates hair braids. He wou1dn't look natu- ral without a crew cut. l-le'll exclaim Beans! when there's nothing else to say. Right now he is B.M.O.C. ' .,, ' bin in ten years--who knows--maybe he '11 be wealthy. 'jj -P I 7. 4. 19 WM Sam Bowker Neatest boy I Alison Lupien Most variable disposition If you like math, hate spinach, sport an Elvis Presley haircut, say Haven't got time , you and Alison have a lot in common. He is tall now, will be still taller in ten years and still laughing, we hope! 19

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'Q '5' 4 B gf xo I0V' V fn I ,, --v---. Fran Vayda Class gum chewer 1.1 1 n . ,I H, 4 - X Ain! Q tk X , AE is L '9' Bev Brooks Liveliest girl ,. '51 .El - NI s ' . V xr :QV A A ' -f5t:7I'f ' f , f' 1, l 'msf , YQ -5. 1, Cornelia DeNood Class flirt and class scholar Cut it out, says Fran who loves Steve but hates bossy people. She 's obviously in love and in ten years will be married. Maybe she should be less temperamental? l got a letter! says Betty, something it's hard to imagine her without. Sports and pina top her list of likes while flashy clothes are at the bot- tom. A studious girl, it's easy to imagine her a successful registered nurse in ten years. If you run short of pencils, John always has a pocketful. Quite apt to say, You conformist! Thrives on excitement but not on lawrence Welk. He 's a magician now, but in 10 years he'll be a stock car driver and living it up! A pony tail, dimples and Hi ya, kid are three things that remind us of Bev who claims she likes Billy but hates snobs. Usually absent, what kind of policewoman will she be in ten years--more serious about things? Gloria is the silent type--but in 10 years she may be a real chatterbox. Right now she likes shorthand and could do without biology but , as she says, One never knows so she may change. She might even give up her pony tail! Cornelia was voted the class flirt which makes it clear that she likes males. We can't visua- lize her without long hair. A lively girl, her philosophy is, Have fum! Perhaps she 'll be- come a navy officer within the next ten years in which case she'll act with more restraint. 18 4,9 J .. -'Sf J l 'l 3 as 'Q Betty Beals -John Merritt Two most likely to succeed A'-s Gloria Baker Quietest girl

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Prophecy for the Class of 1957 lt is the year 2057. Here at the Crossroads the members of the class which graduated from Williamsburg High School QRa.h!j on June 21, 1957, are having their one-hundredth Qand last, annual class banquet. The Grim Reaper has just claimed our last member, John Merritt, in time for the occasion so that now, after death, our class is to- gether again in its entirety for the first time in one hundred years. Due to his scientific experiments, John had sorely neglected his social obligations on earth--except for the period previous to his marriage. Now that he has been unexpectedly released from his work on longevity, he plans to make up for the time lost by really living it uP.u As the last arrival, John is seated at the head of the table, the place which had been reserved for the last to arrive at the Crossroads. John is now tapping his glass for silence, he is about to propose a toast. On this immortal oc- casion let us raise these glasses of heavenly spirits to the Class of '57, assembled, bodiless but not spiritless, for our first complete reunion in the hereafter. Surrounded by these shadows supemal and memories of the past, let us pledge our everlasting and undying unity as a class. Our earthly dreams now evaporated, we pause here at the Crossroads, our eternal destiny before us in the nothingness. A toast to our Class of 1957! Oh I'll take anything you have, Jeanne Watling is telling the waitress. Still ready for anything is Jeanne, who spent her younger years working in a television studio. As she grew older, however, she found that she could make more money as a medium for seances. ln this capacity, Jeanne was able to keep in touch with everyone, and so, at the class meeting before the banquet, we elected her to write the history of our class this last one hundred years. Busily giving Jeanne the details of her past life is Betty Beals, whom we all remember as innocent, sweet, co-op- erative. Betty started her career as a nurse in a New York hospital. However, a plague settled over Argentina and volunteers were needed. Innocent, sweet, co-operative Betty volunteered and was dutifully caring for the plagued Argentinians when a young radical in the government swept her off her sturdy feet, and married her. Betty then turned radical, and became a leading radical party member. Now, Betty says she's through with politics. She has an appropriate dinner partner in Rudy Wittshirk, the lad who had the most revolutionary ideas when he was in school. Back in 1957, everyone considered Rudy the class, school, and town radical. But time had its effects, and after spending some twenty-five years as a foreign correspondent in the Middle East, living in the midst of the most rebellious rebels, Rudy decided to change his way of life and settle down. He hadlaccumulated quite a for- tune from stock in the Egyptian oil fields by the time he came back to the United States so he had no trouble find- ing a young, perky wife who took care of him until a few years ago, when he joined the other members of his class here at the Crossroads. lt is interesting to note that his wife was a cousin of another classmate of our, Jeanette Sampson. Jeanette be- came a hairdresser and went to Los Angeles to open her own beauty salon. She was so successful at that that she opened a dressmaking shop next door to her beauty salon, where she introduced the vogue of co-ordinating hair styles with clothes styles. Jan returned to the Western Massachusetts region about seventy years ago for a vacation, and she renewed acquaintances with her high school beau. They were married and returned to Los Angeles where Jan and her husband happily lived until recently, when they joined us at the Crossroads. That fellow seated at the end of the table is Dave Smith, a lean, dynamic businessman. His departure caused a crash on Wall Street from which the stock market is just recovering. Too full of energy to retire while still young, Dave operated huge enterprises until his one hundred and first birthday. Dave is still fond of repeating his favorite expression, The devil finds work for idle hands. Seated next to Dave Smith is Nancy Wells whose ambition in 1957 was to sell pencils. We all laughed then-- Nancy selling pencils! But she became an airline hostess, and on one of her flights, she met a wealthy pencil manufacturer who had always wanted to marry a blond airline hostess. And since Nancy had always wanted to sell pencils, they were married. Within the year the pencil manufacturer died, leaving his pencil business to Nancy. Every now and then, just to make sure that pencils were still selling, Nancy would remove diamonds and fuxs, don ragged clothing and perch herself on a chair at a street corner to sell pencils. When Nancy was about ninety-three, she jabbed her hand with a pencil and never recovered. Helping herself to more meat is our other Nancy, Nancy Hillenbrand, who had a great love for horses. This af- fection did not diminish throughout the years, and between 1957 and the time when she came galloping up to the Crossroads on a beautiful palomino, Nancy had owned and operated fourteen race tracks, three dude ranches, five stables, seven riding rings, and two horse farms. The money to run all these came from the race tracks. Nancy's horses won many awards, and Nancy's name is still greatly respected among those who know anything about horses. Here's a guy who had the best chance of arriving here first, for he had the best equipment. Fortunately, Don Lii- matanien's early driving experience fgained while careening down the Chesterfield Road in his Ragged Rocket 88's trying to make it to school on timej enabled him to become the top racing driver on the five continents. Don's motto while in the driver's seat was-- Keep your foot rammed through the floorboards at all times. Some observers feel that this driving principle was first developed while Don was attending Burgy High. Another classmate who has made speed his profession is Walt Barreling Boucher. Even after he retired from ramming experimental rockets through the heat and light barriers for the Air Force, Walt continued testing proto- types for the North American Aviation Company and held down a desk job as vice-president besides. Walt isproud to claim that in his long career as a test pilot, he made only one mistake--forgetting to close the door of the last rocket he piloted! No, Pat, I don't want my bread, you may have it. Pat Moynahan still likes to eat. She, you know, took a camp- ing trip the summer after she graduated, on this trip she met an attractive young forest ranger. The rugged life of a ranger's wife must have appealed to Pat for she married him. She seems to have no regrets about having had to live in such isolated regions--all we hear about are the wonderful skiing and snowshoeing in the winter, the swim- ming and fishing in the summer, the beauty of living independently of the rest of the world. Pat always did want to be independent. Just as achieving independence was Pat's earthly goal, so it seems to be her goal here for she has already announced that she hopes her assignment will take her to some remote region where she can sit inquiet contemplation.