Attleboro High School - Tattletale Yearbook (Attleboro, MA)

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Senior Year Thus the little minutes grow- To make the hours of eternity. Here we are and we pause for a moment to look at our position. We are now the better fourth — a long dreamed of moment. How strange it seems to say we are seniors after three years of uphill climb. Now that we have our bearings we hold our elec- tions for our very important year. After many soap- box speeches in the front corrider we elect for Presi- dent, Fred Lohse; Vice-President, Jeanne Scanlon; Secretary, Alyce DeLitta; Treasurer, Howard Goff. We again dust off our best clothes for the Rally D nce. A huge success. The class of ' 44 always wins! Our senior play was presented with our John Barrymore, (Frank McNary to you) and Jeanne Scan- lon, our Lana Turner, ably supported by Myrlyn Allen Dean Randall, Fred Smith, Eugene Forant, Phyllis Haskell, Alyce DeLitta, and Margery Straker who held us spellbound by their superb acUng. The name of the play was the Eat in the Belfry, with a touch of mystery about a red cloak. It sure had us fooled. We pick a winner again when Alyce DeLitta got the D. A. R. good citizenship nomination. She went to Boston, and when we heard about her trip we wished we had studied harder and gotten good marks too. We have our senior prom. We promise to be in at 12:30 but those wee, small hours of the morning are so glamourous. Now they read the honor roll for graduation and we hear sighs of pleasure and growls of disgust. Our will, prophecy, and history are read and we are at our Class Day exercises. Just a few more days left. It seems sad now at the parting of the ways. Our reception and the last dance of our school year. How the hours fly by. Now we are alumni and we start our life in the world. We are sad at this parting but we know that we have a job to do. We hope that future classes will have a brighter future. But what- ever our life in the world of the future, A. H. S. has prepared us for the tremendous job as best she could. Grand Central Station was buzzing with excite- ment on February 29, 1956. Millie Davis, while waiting for the Toonerville Helicopter met Barbara Appleton, who had arrived on one of those old-fash- ioned things a train! She was waiting for Phyllis Price, who came in on a parachute. Before she could get untangled, she collided with Beau Niven who rushed up from Submarine Track No. 17. That ' s how four of the A. H. S. graduating class of 1944 got together. And these are all the things they discov- ered about their former classmates : After her recent success on the New York stage as a Russian Ballet dancer, Mary Lou Adal has re- tired to her estate in Kalamazoo. Ashley ' s Drug Store has extended to the corner of Union Street under the capable hands of Earl Ash- ley who took over after graduation. (Will the Post Office have to move, now?) Clara Bealman has moved to Hebronville to try and fulfill her ambition to be wealthy. Lester Brander is now full owner of Lindberg ' s Dairy and has extended it to two cows and four pails! Angela Charron is now busily taking shorthand from a prosperous New York garbage collector. Page Twenty-six

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Freshman Year Tittle drops of water, Little grains of sand. And thus we are freshmen, starting off our event- ful year as the underdog, but, despite popular opinion we are not midgets. Our lockers are at last assigned to us after the other classes had their choice. We finally found them in dark, dank, and very out of the way places. We, the Class of ' 44, decided to do something about our very embarassing position and held our elections with the following results: President — Virginia Lee Vice-President — Elliott Hayden Secretary — Dorothy Fisher Treasurer — Robert Healey Hope Kelley helped our morale by being the only freshman in the Senior Play, What a Life in December of 1940. Jack Murphy and Kurt Neunkerchner joined the Blue Owl staff and our able Student Council rep- resentatives led the way to better things. Things begin to happen now! We have our Hawaiian Social after months of debate as to what we would call it. We all went thinking we would see some hula-hula dancers and were disappointed, but the grand music and the fun made up to us for our let-down. Now Exams and a much needed vacation to rest up from our exciting year. Sophomore Year We are now in our second year of our high school life. Now we can look down on the lowly freshman. My, what little children they are! We begin our year with a flying start by holding our elections and on Nov. 27, 1942 we again elect: Virginia Lee— President Hope Kelley — Vice-President Alyce DeLitta — Secretary Walter Cronin — Treasurer On December 2 the senior play is presented, The Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur ' s Court. Our class is represented by Mary Lou Adel and Frank McNary. And Frank has acting blood for the next two years always find the Barrymore of our class be- hind the footlights. All the upper classes and the freshmen clamber for tickets to our social, the April Showers. This dance was a great success. We now find that we are photogenic and have our pictures taken for the Tattletale. The other un- der classes have their pictures taken also, but, of course, ours stand out. Now with another season a success we look for- ward to our Junior year when we will be one year nearer the top. Junior Year Gee we feel big today! Juniors! Why, we are next to the big shots now. We start off by electing our third time winner, Virginia Lee, for President and for Vice-President, Jeanne Scanlon; Secretary, Alyce DeLitta; Treasurer, Hope Kelley. Again Frank McNary represents our class in the senior play Yes or No. Jeanne Scanlon also did her bit. We feel very proud of ourselves when we see so many of our class on the Blue Owl staff. Sylvia Lagerholm succeeds to get the position of Literary Editor. Now we will surely have a good Blue Owl. Orchestra music and Where can I get tickets? , and you know that another dance of the class of ' 44 is on. Our White Christmas is talked about for months afterwards.. The underclasses are still won- dering what we ' ve got that puts a dance over so well, and we won ' t tell them. We find that we really are going to be seniors when we get our rings. Thanks to our ring com- mittee we have the best rings any class has had for years. Really guite snazzy, but we will be broke for months. And now another year is finished, and we are at last seniors, that is, most of us with just one more year of toil before us. Page Twenty-five

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Rene Dubuc was shot while giving a lecture on the art of a pun. Alyce DeLitta, after winning the D. A. R. prize is now head of it. Kurt Neunkirchner has finally stopped flitting about and has settled down with A. Muriel Barney, supervisor of the telephone com- pany has now acguired guite a line for Kent when he comes home. Beverly Boisclair is now happily hitched with her one and only - - Pete. Beverly Davis is still following her favorite hobby MEN. Bradford Dorrancre is now posing for What Wheaties have done for me ads. Beatrice Duclos is now employed by Henry L. Stimson making posters for Bond Rallies. Barbara Bussiere is still missing those Briggs Corner Busses! Doris Duclos has just won the world ' s Cham- pionship Record for writing 250 words a minute in shorthand. Thelma Foutz now owns a share in Woolworth ' s. Phyllis Horrocks is still waiting in Providence railroad station Saturday nights. Couldn ' t be for Eddie could it, Phyllis? Alice Jutras who has joined the WAC ' s is now stationed in Taunton. Eugene Matheson is now an admiral of the Pacific Fleet. Mary Nolan is a teacher at Attleboro High School. Douglas Paton has filled the shoes of the re- tiring coach at Georgia Tech. Mildred Patten is now playing the smash dance hit Get off my toes, you heel. Mary Jane Patterson, who majored in German, is an English teacher in a French school. Fred Lohse, salesman extraordinary, has talked himself into the presidency. Frank Bono now has his own band, we hear he ' s doing better than Duke Ellington. Charlie Blackburn has turned pro. Pro-foot- ball and tiddley winks. Eugene Forant is on an extended vacation, with- out pay. Bev Raymond has given up modeling for hair ads and is now a happy Mrs. Newton Woodworth has now been graduated to an apprentice seaman. Russell Sumner has organized an Army of his own. He found it is the only way to become a cor- poral. Paul Laferriere has finally achieved his goal, The White House. He sharpens pencils for the Presi- dent. Charlie Stobbs has been mayor of Attleboro for three years now, that is, on Boy Scout ' s Day. Pete Silvia, for want of something better to do, is running a helicopter line frcm here to South Attle- boro. We still can ' t find Victor Pyszka. Charles Green is still in the airplane business- - model airplanes. Margery Fox was lost in the woods of South Attleboro recently while chasing butterflies. Harold Fredette, after years of experimenting, has finally invented a new, cheap substitute for water. Mike Fine is writing for Esguire on What the Well Dressed Man Should Wear. Richard Audette has been discovered as the long lost heir to the throne of Estonia. Walter Johnson is still at tennis, only now he rolls the courts. Tip O ' Neill has now graduated to caretaker of a well known cemetery. After years of faithful service his only complaint is that the entertainment is a little dead. Richard Mellor can now be seen on the backs of magazine covers as advertising for Charles Atlas II. Sylvia Lagerholm has won fame and fortune writing articles for all the well-known magazines. Frank McNary, our actor extraordinary, is now on the radio. He takes the part of Duffy on Duffy ' s Tavern. August Amaral has become a hermit living in a cave in Lonicut Tough Turkey girls ! ! ! ! ! Bob Bescherer was last seen splashing around in Bungay Lake trying to prove his theory If ducks can live here why can ' t the rest of us guacks? Walter Cronin ' s head is the topic of the day. Several scientists are trying to discover the effects of Sulfuric Acid on the human skull. John Fuery, our cutest boy, has moved into Hollywood. He looks to the girls like Frank Sinatra sounds to them. Howard Goff recently got a little wet when he tried to build a fire with the boards on the bottom of his boat. Bob Healey laughs for 15 minutes over station W. E. I. R. D. at 9 p. m. every night. Robert Jackson has a new Buick parked in front of 68 Holden Street in place of his old bicycle. Norval Jess was last seen heading for Mars in his super rocket ship. Millie Davis can be heard nightly on Station L-O-V-E with Sonny Adam ' s Swing band. Page Twenty-seven