Williamsburg High School - Tattler Yearbook (Williamsburg, MA)

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Class Wlll or a Reasonable Facsimile of Same. Today is the day of reckoning. Today is the day that the seniors in Room 1 clean out the debris which has mysteriously accumulated in our desks. As we lift open our engraved desk tops and peer into desks jammed full of numerous gadgets, we find a variety of trivial things which constitute the saving of a four-year period. During that time, which for most was a time for more fun than study, we prospective graduates collected everything. But no longer will our water pistols disrupt any study halls no longer will the teachers enjoy reading the Mad Comics they confiscated and read during detention, because Neal will not be there to buy them: no longer will the spit balls harass the poor unsuspecting teacher who is trying to get some knowledge into these smart aleck seniors' heads. Cold-hearted creatures might just fling their lasting memories embodied in this trivia into the wastebasket, but we, being thoughtful and generous, would like to leave some treasured belongings to those who we seniors feel have the necessary qualifications and are responsible enough to care tenderly for them Oh, I hear a noise from George l-leath's corner. He has just found the ticket which enables him to ride to all the basketball games alone ln the back seat of the bus. Let 's see what George plans to do with this valuable item-- George, will you say a few words to the underclassmen? Yup. I guess l ought to leave this little ticket here to some one deserving. Well, Glenn Richardson Isn't really deserving, but the poor boy needs some advice. So Glenn--l'll say to you, you 'll be safer there than anywhere! Henrietta Ronka looks as if she heeds some help. 'May I help you, Henry? Thank you, yes. You see, I have the pamphlet which I wrote for the Federal Information Board en- titled ' I-low to Hold on to Your Man , but I don't know which girl at school is most ln need of lt. Andrea Culver has her problems but I guem she always will. Now poor Irene Timmerman has had her heart broken by Haydenvi1le's answer to a malden's prayer, and is really in dire need of some advices whom do you suggest? I think, Henry, that is up to you. I know your decision will be the best. 'Neal, what is troubling you? You look like the cat that swallowed the mouse. My desk is empty--I am alone, I have nothing to leave. 'My heartis broken--advise me what to do please. 'Why, Neal, you have the greatest thing of all to leave. Why don't you leave your sense of humor to Mrs. Grinnell who certainly needs lt after working with the freshmen this year? Gee, thanks, you're a dream. Don, what's that brick doing in your desk? '0h, I've had Mr. Blsbee worried so many times about the way I drive my car into the school yard that I thought I would leave him this brick. which accidentally fell out of the building this mornlng.' Golly, Dave Breguet looks sad. Can it be that he feels sorrowful because his school days are over? What's the matter, Dave?' 'It seems mat all I have to give away are my love life problerm. I get so blue thinking about them that I'm going to leave them to Billy Monroe with this suggestion: Watch out, Billy-boy, you don't know what you're getting into! ' Do you know anyone who keeps a tube of toothpaste in her desk? Ido. I-ladn't you noticed Jeanette Samson's ever-bright smile? Jan, what are you so happy about? We1l. I was just practicing so that when I leave my tube of Pepsodent to Mr. Fleming, he'll see what 23

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History of the Class of 1957 ln the year of 1953, thirty-one freshmen started their four years of high school in Burgy High. We were ably led by our class officers: President, George Heath: Vice-President, June Allen Braman: Secretary, Malcolm Heath: Treasurer, David Smith: and Historian, Betty Beals. Being a studious group, we were too preoccupied with getting A's in our courses to bother with frivolous activities. However, we condescended to attend the Freshman Reception held in our honor by the seniors. ln September of 1954, thirty-one not so shv students returned to school for another year of study. We had lost one classmate when Irene Dufresne Heath left, but we gained another in petite Juanita Tirrell Healy. Our class officers this year were President. John Merritt: Vice-President, Sam Bowker: Secretary, Juanita Tirrell Healy: Treasurer, Patricia Moynahan: Historian, Betty Beals. We decided we should earn some money to prepare for the many activities of our senior year, so we held a food sale which netted us one hundred and thirty dollars. A tragic event marred this year. On April 22, 1955, each member in the class felt a great sadness when .Malcolm l-leath was killed in an automobile accident. Through the rest of our higz school years we missed his happy, kindly spirit and his seemingly endless energy. We started our junior year fewer by five members: Bob Cerreta,Doris Cram, Barbara Stanton, Malcolm Heath and Ralmon Black. However, we gained two, Jan Samson and Gloria Baker. This gave us the to- tal of twenty-eight spirited juniors. Our class officers were: President, John Merritt: Vice-President, Sam Bowker: Secretary, June Braman: Treasurer, Patricia Moynahan: Historian, Betty Beals. This was to be our big year, for as juniors, we were going to have a prom. We chose a main committee and sub-committees to work under it. with everyone doing his share of work, this big event was a suc- cess. Our prom queen was Valerie Beaupre and her court included Henrietta Ronka, Frances Vayda, Patricia Moynahan, and Patricia Gorham. ln September, 1956, we came to Burgy High to complete our last year. we lose five more members: Christine Ice, Juanita Tirrell Healy, Mary Brewer, Lida Sherk and Valerie Beaupre, leavlng us the total of twenty-three senims. At our first class meeting we elected the following class officers: President, Patricia Moynahan: Vice- President, John Merritt: Secretary, Henrietta Ronka: Treasurer, David Smith: and Historian, Jan Sam- son. We then got started on the Freshman Reception. We planned to have it on the theme of 'Beat the C1ock, but of course none of the freshmen would be allowed to 'beat it l We also decided to take the freshmen into our senior home room for questioning whenever we wished and when they least ex- pected lt. Our next project as seniors was a Christmas Dance. In order to make this successful, we knew we would need the co-operation of the other three classes. with the seniors leading it and the other classes helping with expenses and entertainment, this also was a gay event. We felt particularly proud of this, for it was the first all-school affair held in several years. Now we are anticipating the excitement of seniors reaching the end of their high school days. In the offlng are a play, a banquet, class night, and finally graduation! Henrietta Ronka Jeanette Samson 22

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it's done for me.' 'But why are you leaving your smile to hlm? 'He has a hard time being happy, doesn't he? I really don't know why, either. Glpes, that noise startled mel I'm still not used to Alison Luplen's laugh. 'Alison, never mind giving away anything in your desk. Why don't you get rid of that laugh? -' O.K. I'll give lt to Viola McPherson in hopes that if she uses lt constantly, her marks ln Mr. Branch's room may improve. You must have heard it said that no one gets good marks in Mr. Branch's room un- less he can hear him laugh. Jeanne, your desk looks like a drug store. what are you doing with your vitamin pills? 'I hate to throw them away while they're still potent. Taking only twelve of these after each meal really made me bounce with energy. Well, maybe Kathleen Dansereau would like to try them. Rudy, you must have something novel to contribute. 'lt seems to be common knowledge that l have a special way of getting along with teachers. Since l won't need it in college, I guess I'll leave this ability to Larry Stout who seems the likeliest one to fol- low in my footsteps. 'Gloria, why are you saving that crumpled-up attendance sllp?' I'm not saving its I'm going to give it to Robert Clifford. Since he has nothlng to do except roam aimlessly during activity period, he might as well collect the attendance sllps. ls there a doctor in the house? Poor Walter looks as though he is really suffering. What's the matter. Wah? ' '01, the damp weather causes my rheumatlsm to kick up. I developed lt as a result of a bad bmlse I received when slttlng on the basketball bench next to Mr. Tonet. l belleve the only thing I can leave with the proper attitude is this advice to next year's basketball manager: keep smiling--the agony only lasts a little while. Where is Sue? She's gone! Desertedl Oh, there she goes flying down the stalrs. Everyday at this time she pays a vlsit to the janitor who, incidentally has a son Sue knows. I'm sure Sue is too possesslve to leave this wonderful occupation to any underclassmanl Nancy Hillenbrand ls poking through her biology papers. 'Want me to toss them ln the basket, Nancy? '01, no, l thought it would be nice to give them to Billy MacAvoy who will certainly be taking that course again next year. Save him the trouble of scouting around for answers. 'Very nlce, Nancy! 'Someone will appreciate that box of stationery and pretty pen, Beverly, 'I seem to be notorious for my forged absent excuses and therefore, Idedded to leave my eqrlpment to Muralle MacCarthy who apparently does not have the professional touch. Nancy Wells never looked so lntaested lnher problems of democracy text book before. What's up, Nanny goat?' 'I'm leaving the problems of democracy to be solved by Mr. Houle, and I hope he has mae luck with them than! did.' Betty, you have quite a crazy-looking gadget there. What is that?' lt's the weather vane which used to be on our Pontiac, constantly pointing to Ashfield. Paulette La- Palmmayhaveltandlwlshher asrnuchluckthere aslhad. 2+