Bancroft School - Blue Moon Yearbook (Worcester, MA)

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REMINISCENT JABBERWOCK 'Twas Bancroft and the Senior Lass Did talk and giggle in the libe, All noisy was this studious class, And there sat I the turly scribe. I took my mimble pen in hand And thinking of the things by which I might recall this frabjous band, Thought back, and found my mem'ry rich. I thought of wood hue sweet and climmer And looking up I noticed Paula, How in the world did you know that? She asked of Hopie, our clever scholar. Rememb'ring then when actress loanie, Restactedly hurt her toe, How very kind and most solicitous, Was dimpled editor, Io. Beware the 'Egg and l', my girl, Quoth Connie of her diet, With upturned nose, and girlish stirl, Hey kids why don't you try it? Group one, group two and through an through, - Joy's voice did fill the breeze, But how's my hair? cried Beverly C. Her page-boy fell with ease. With a pot of paste, and a Tum tum tee Decorations were made by the Jans, Bring your money for the dance, And don't forget your mans. Oh dalious day, baloo, balay Our yearbook's evolution, d Hard work and thought and business sense, Bev K. and staff-solution. A mournful cry from Joan McKoan We heard so loud and long- But Dad says no-it's not too good She beened back to Bushong. Oh Nellie dear, you must give me Some saltines, I love them so . Alack alas, no more for Anne, Nellie had to say no . Poor Connie sans her giggle, Those 'pendix love to tease, Why don't you have them out my dear, Said the Hair do -Patty Pease. 'Twas Bancroft and the Senior Lass Did talk and giggle in the libe , All noisy was this studios class, And there sat I the turly scribe. NANCY SEDER ONE LAST LOOK AT THE SENIORS Let's look at the class of forty-seven , Whose members total four and eleven. We studied for exams and tests so hard, At last we can our books discord. We have Connie, Joy, and Patty Pease, Who commute from Grafton with the greatest of ease Ther's Connie Caron with voice like a sigh, Whose diet should be called The Egg and l . Our president, Hopie, with the fair locks, Roots for Boston's Mighty Red Sox. Joyce is the luckiest girl, we feel, Arking around in her Oldsmobile. The name of Leicester brings no groan From Paula Kenney and Joan McKoan. Joan Holmstrom really was all agog, That day when the dressing room housed her dog! Janet will reach a very high perch, Her spring board being Old South Church. Ann Hall, we think, should be named The Hair , And as for History, she's really there , Nancy Seder now wears a grin, Ot course you've seen her little pin. B is for Beverly, Cotton and Krock, Oh how lovely is their talk! Fifteen girls with brains and beauty, Have completed their scholastic duty. The year has been fun for one and all, And now it's college in the Fall. This poem has finally come to an end, No one have l really meant to offend. I've written these lines, all just in glee, So take it from Janice, Jonny , that's me. Janice Alexander

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JANICE ALEXANDER wills her blonde hair to Marjorie Hiatt. JOY ANDERSON leaves a new set of rules and a box of aspirin to the next head of Self-Government. CONNIE CARON leaves to the whole school the memory of another successful Blue Moon Fair. BEV COTTON leaves one thoroughly dilapitated comb to be disposed of as Mr. Cole sees fit. HOPE GILSON entrusts the task of supporting The Boston Red Sox to Ann Wellington and Barbara Franklin. ANN HALL leaves an empty chair beside Mrs. Peckham. JOAN HOLMSTROM leaves Bing at home-she hopes. PAULA KENNEY leaves a pair of half-knitted sox in the library to be finished next season by Barbara Park. Bill for the Blue Moon book arrives--BEV KROCK leaves town. JAN MATTSON leaves Miss Leslie with the Dramatic Club and a slightly soiled copy of The New York Times. JOAN MCKOAN leaves carefully, trying not to crack up the car. PATTY PEASE leaves her neat desk to Jean Campbell. JO REED leaves her parking space on Sever Street to Jan Bath. NANCY SEDER donates her amazing poetical gifts to be used by any unfortunate persons struggling over original copy for The Little Dipper. CONNIE WOOD leaves her appendix at the hospital- Miss Lovejoy heaves a sigh of relief. We leave Hamlet in the care of Horatio and the Junior class. We leave the faculty, hoping they will find the summer sufficiently long for a complete recovery. And now, having distributed our gifts, we, the class of l947,- leave. Signed-GILHOPE 81 SONS, Attorneys at Law enior NOTICE Not responsible for articles left over thirty days.

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