Williamsburg High School - Tattler Yearbook (Williamsburg, MA)

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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+

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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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v A Sam Bowker is quite absorbed in something. What are you doing Sam? I'm looking over my collection of autographed pictures of the freshman girls. You know, I think it would be a good idea to give these pictures to Timo Moynahang the poor guy certainly needs some type of inspiration. Dave Smith, what are you doing trying to sneak out the back door? I figured I'd leave just the way I came--by the back door. Humming while she stacks her possessions on the floor is Fran Vayda. Oh, I am so happy that I won't have to hunt to find some excuse to take a ride in the Buick next year during lunch period. So I hereby bequeath lunch periods and this box of K-rations to anyone who can enjoy them as much as I have. Of course it must also be someone who can get along without food! I know--sister Mary will appreciate them! Comelia --pant, pant-- Wait, please stop for just a minute. What memento do you plan to leave be- hind when you graduate? I suppose I had better leave chasing the boys in the halls to anyone who can catch them better than I. Now please excuse me, there goes a real hunk of beef. Poor Comey, what is she going to do at her all girls' school next year? Scratching his head, John appears rather dumbfounded as he stuffs important looking documents into his briefcase. What is troubling you John? I need everything I have here, and I really want to leave something. I know--when I am dead and gone the biology class at Burgy High may have my brain, so that they can dissect it and see what it takes to make the honor roll for four years. June Braman's desk is so nice and neat that she has nothing foolish in it to leave to anyone, and yet June wants to join in and give the school something that just could not be duplicated. Therefore, June is leaving her wonderful disposition to Miss Lovechio who certainly needs it after working with Pat Moynahan on this class will! ! Oh my, I forgot--I have two desks of my own to clean out. Wait--don't msh off, there must be some- thing here I don't want anymore . . . Here, l'll send all this debating material down to Russell Damon. He 's already off to a good start at arguing himself out of trouble. Besides, I'm really not the argumenta- tive type myself! This overflowing wastebasket is a sign that everyone in the class of 1957 has had a great deal of fmt and a great deal of enjoyment during his four years here and so, on behalf of the Class of '57, I leave this sign of four successful years to the school, and to Mr. Bisbee in particular, who, we are sure, will have fun dumping it. In addition to the individual gifts we have graciously bestowed on our successors, we, the class of 1957, also leave such lasting memories of us as: I. Henrietta Ronka 's name carved into all the desks in all the roomsg each one with some different boy's name under it. II. The thermometer in Room I to anyone who wants it, it certainly does not guarantee any heat. III. The laboratory in one piece, no thanks to the chemistry class. IV. Mrs. Thomas's new gray hairs falthough why she blames us for them, we can't imaginej. V. Clean and empty desks in Room I--ready and waiting for next year's senior class. Patricia Moynahan