Acton Boxborough Regional High School - Torch Yearbook (Acton, MA)

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18 Best looking girl ..,., Best looking boy ....... Best girl athlete ..,.,.... Best boy athlete ........ Best girl dancer ......., Best boy dancer .,...,. Class baby ..,....,..4,... Class sheik ....,..... Most original ..,.. Wlttlest ...,..............., Sweetest girl ............., Favorite sport ...A ....,... Most popular girl ..,.., Most popular boy .,..,... Best dressed girl ........, Best dressed boy ....,. Laziest .,.....,..,,......... Class musician ....,.. Happy-go-lucky .,.........,, Nuisance .......,...,...,.......... Jolliest ..,........,...........,...,. Most likely to succeed ,..... Best actress .............,.... Best actor .....,.. ........,..... Favorite pastime ...,. Most studious .....,. ..... Most sophisticated ...,., Class vamp ....,..........,......,. Favorite author ,,,....,...,......... Favorite screen actress Favorite screen actor .. Pessimist .........,,........,,.....,. Optxmxsts ......,..,.............. Faculty pets ...,., ..... ....,..,.,. Most talkative girls ..... Most talkative boys .... Most accommodating girls ....,. Most accommodating boys ...,. . Gigglers .......,......,...,,.,..,,.....,... Dreamers ..,.,.,.,...... .......,..,... Man haters , ..,..,..., Woman haters ......., THE TORCH STATISTICS Frances Stuart John Smith . . . ,..,. Viola Thatcher ,. , Edward MacDougall . ,......,,, Pauline Aldred Robert Taylor Harry Hollowell Robert Taylor Robert Montague Eleanor Tate Irene Granberg . ..,.4.....,,......, Basketball Eleanor Leveroni John Smith Irene Granberg Robert Taylor Russell Hayward Leonard Godfrey Russell Hayward Robert Montague Marion McGuire ., .,..,,.. Cynthia Price Marion McGuire Robert Montague Dancing Vincent Sheehan Irene Granberg Pauline Aldred . ...... Shakespeare Sonja Henle Gary Cooper Robert Montague Russell Hayward, Dexter Kelley .. Pauline Aldred, Milton Locke . Eleanor Leveroni, Pauline Aldred Russell Hayward, Edward MacDougall Eleanor Leveroni, Irene Granberg John Smith, Joseph Perry Eleanor Leveroni, Marion McGuire Virginia Hodgen, Eleanor Leveroni . ,... Florence Harriman, Virginia Hodgen .. ....,.........,,....,.......,.. Vincent Sheehan, Harry Hollowell I A POST GRADUATE LOOKS BACK I put my bottle of fountain pen ink into a corner of my desk, took up a pencil and looked around uneasily. I felt out of place with the Class of '38 and missed my pals of the Good old Class of '37. I looked sadly on my Senior year, realizing that I could never recapture the good times, the hilarity, the big- ness of just being a Senior. In less than a week, however, I saw that my stay was not going to be as uncomfortable as I had anticipated. Already I was eating lunch with some girls who kept me in spasms of laughter. Last year, as a Senior, I said, That Junior class makes me sick-so silly- no dignity-the girls do nothing but giggle! This year I found that the reason I had said that was because I was just a Senior-with inflated ego. I found the girls, whom I had thought silly, were really lots of fun, and those I had known only by name, became real individuals. Last year I thought I'd never be able to look at another sandwich and en- joy it. This year, I've been buying my lunches occassionally and, as noon hour is always a time for hilarity, I can look a sandwich straight in the eye and anti- cipate its goodness.

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THE TORCH Milton. Locke 17 Smoky, our class photographer, we give you this magazine on photography. We hope that some day you will become an expert photographer. Edward MacDougall Moe, we feel sure you'll know what to do with this diamond. Katherine Ma.cDougall Kay, we give you this magnifying glass to look into those mysterious letters. Roderick MacDougall Jug, this package of hair dye is just the thing you need. James Merriam Jimmie, we give you this beet so you can appreciate the color of your blush. Marion McGuire Marion, we give you this -bucket to dip your mop in. Robert Montague Monty, we give you this can of baby food in case you run short some noon time. Roger Moore Roger, here is a ticket to California. Go West, young man, and grow up with your country. Marjorie Nelson Midge. there's something about a soldier 1- what can it be? Joseph Perry Joe, we give you this fly paper to help you catch a sweetheart. Cynthia Price Cynthia, our future M. D., we present this dictionary to you so that you may look up medical terms. George Rifford Bud, this song sheet will aid you in serenading Miss Billman. Vincent Sheehan Vincent, we give you this deilciency card to show you what it feels like to get one. John Smith Smitty, we leave you this curler for that front lock of hair. Ralph Spinney Bud, we leave you this toy trumpet to help Ozz out. Frances Stuart Franny, our class beauty, we give you this make-up set so that your beauty will be permanently assured. Eleanor Tate Ellie, we give you this can of sardines. We understand fish is brain food. Robert Taylor Red, we leave you this picture of your idol, Walt Disney. Viola Thatcher Vi, we leave you this set of filing cards to keep you in practice. E. DAVIS. '38, L. GODFREY, '38. CHOICE TITLES Dr. of Charm and Personality ..... . . ....... Edith Larsen Prof. of Bluff-ology Prof. of Work-ology .. Dr. of Flirt-ology .,,... Dr. of Modesty ,..,....... Dr. of Loiter-ology ..., Prof. of Quiet-ology .. Dr. of Car-ology ........ Prof. of Farm-ology ,. Dr. of Goat-ology ......... Prof. of Gagage-ology Prof. of Shy-ology ............. Prof. of Rhythm-ology Katherine Ma Ralph Spinney Roderick MacDougall Elizabeth Davis Mabel Charter cDougall, The Twins .. .........................,.,....... .... R oger Moore Phyllis Heckman Alfred Cobleigh Le Forest Gray George Riiford James .Merriam Ralph Spinney

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THE TORCH 19 A warm feeling comes over me when someone says, Hi, Libby. I feel as ifdlbwere a part of things and not the left-over from last year that I thought e. Sometimes I'm very much amused at the genuine concern the students have over simple matters. Then, I think back-whew! I've been through it all once! I've lost sleep over little things and argued heatedly for hours with the rest. Now, as I look back, I see the folly of independent fyouth. If I had curbed my tongue and hushed my thoughts, I would have more self-respect today. I blush, when I remember how silly I was to fuss over a little rule. Yet, classes will do that, for a Senior will always feel worldly wise. If one stopped to think-one would be so much wiser, really! So, I am not sorry that I came back to take a Post Graduate course. I have learned more this year than I did last. As a Senior I refused to have my eyes opened-and as a P. G. I have slowed up and found many friendships that were undreamed of. Moreover, I have found a peace of mind that still surprises me. E. REED, '37. LAUGHTER OUT OF THE GROUND V The national resources of the world have often been called laughter out of the ground by poets, because they are the means of bringing convenience and comfort to mankind. A person would find it very difficult to live if there were no minerals. Just think of all the uses of iron, in buildings, cars, trains, boats, airplanes, bridges, and hundreds of other things. Salt, which is needed in the diet, is a mineral. Gold, silver, lead, copper, and coal are just a few of the minerals. No Wonder they are called laughter out of the ground. Scientists know that natural mineral resources will not last forever. Now they are trying to find substitutes for minerals. Did you know that Henry Ford plans to make cars out of soy beans? Sometime just sit down and think how life would be without minerals. R. CREELEY, '43. AS A COUNTRY GIRL SEES BOSTON Trotting down the streets of Boston on a bright Saturday afternoon, the country girl doesn't see Bunker Hill, the Old South Church, or Faneuil Hall. In- stead, she sees the narrow streets with cars parked on both sides, and the nar- rower sidewalks crowded with people, a hundred different nationalities. There is hardly enough room for one to stand and talk, especially during the big shopping days of the year. Walking down Winter Street, she is suddenly astonished to find herself walking on Summer Street. Standing on the curb, waiting for the yellow light, she sees a great mass of people crossing in the middle of blocks and appear- ing diagonally from all corners. Taxi cabs dash in and out, dodging other cars. She hears the roaring of motors and the newspaper boys yelling the latest news. She sees not only the well built areas but the old dilapidated buildings of another district, a part of Boston which everyone sees, but about which very few tell. E. LARSEN, '38. SPRING SKIING Every spring the headwall of Tuckerman's Ravine becomes a haven of dreams for many real ski fanatics who gladly drive hundreds of miles to obtain the near- est thing to Alpine Skiing in the East. Tuckerman's Ravine is the most beautiful place imaginable in the spring time. The steep slopes form a huge natural bowl backed by Mt. Washington's tower- ing majesty. Here King Winter has performed one of his greatest miracles, the transformation of a dingy, barren, and unsightly slope into a dazzling, sparkling fairyland, of soft, billowy snow, and crystalline ice formations. Skiing in the ravine is superb. There is every type of slope conceivable. Not only experts, but amateurs may find whatever pitch they desire and may ski under conditions best suited to their ability. For the tyros the more gentle lower slopes, I