Bellingham High School - Epilogue Yearbook (Bellingham, MA)

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(fllaas Mill ' S ' We, the class of 1942, this eighteenth day of June in the year nineteen hundred and forty-two, of Bellingham High School, of Norfolk County, in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, being of sound mind and memory, but knowing the uncertainty of this life, do make this our last will and Testament, hereby revoking all former wills by at any time heretofore made. First. We order and direct that our executives hereinafter named forget our debts as soon as it can be conveniently done. To the faculty as a whole we bequeath our gratitude for having tolerated us during our four years of study. To our principal, Mr. Collins, we will our lasting appreciation for his invaluable and ever-ready help, suggestions, and understanding. c To the Jolly juniors: To Sue Fontaine—We bequeath a fashion cata¬ logue to keep her style up to the latest modes. To Bill Foley—A position on a quiz program. To Rita Chapdelaine—A box of stationery so that she may keep up her good correspondence with the U. S. Marines. To Danny Nadolny—We bequeath a medal for over-coming his bashfulness. To Mae Dobbie—A dentist we hope this will cure her of her bad tooth aches. To Arthur Remillard—We bequeath a flower for his buttonhole. Arthur was always the sport of his class. To Hazel White—A tube of toothpaste. May this keep her teeth as lovely as ever. To Cordon Curtis—We bequeath a bow tie. We hope this will help him in attracting the girls. To the remaining Juniors we bequeath our good reputatio n. cTo the Sophisticated Sophomores: To Colleen Delaney—We bequeath a hornet. We understand she is interested in a certain Homey . To Robert Boudreau—A gag. That is the only thing that can keep him quiet in school. To Jeanne Buckley—A joke book. Jeanne always enjoyed a good yarn .

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CLASS PROPHECY—(Continued) went in chase of it. It was the service truck of the Bellingham Water Department. Wyman Cook, efficient superintendent of the water works, had his well-deserved nick¬ name printed on the truck door, “Standpipe Cook, at your service. Continuing on through the Center to¬ wards the South, a bird ' s eye view of Scott Hill Road disclosed a group of highway workers busy with the steam shovels, steam rollers, trucks and other equipment com¬ pleting the project for a four-lane highway between Bellingham Center to Crooks Corner. John Kozak, newly - appointed Superintendent of Streets, was seeing to it that the project was completed as per schedule. I reached South Bellingham in time to see the High School pupils filing up to the Church door where Jean Pelland, now Parish Pastor, stood on the front door step to insure against any possible disturbance. Realizing that I had seen them all, I re¬ versed my direction. As I did so, a fog seemed to envelope me. Down below I saw the sea. How angrily the waves beat against the shore. I felt myself falling rapidly. Just as the cold water touched my feet, I awoke with a start. The tide had risen while I had been sleeping. The robe lay in a tumbled heap beneath me, and my feet were wet. The recent train of events were fresh in my mind. Whether I had been dreaming or had in reality taken the trip I will never be sure. I hastily packed my robe back into the car and headed back to the city. —Constance Codin Prophecy on the Prophet Having received a verification of an ap¬ pointment with Doctor Codin, I left im¬ mediately for New York. Upon arriving I went to my hotel, left my baggage to be brought up to my room, took a taxi and went directly to the Doctor ' s office which was on the fifteenth floor of the building, in room 456. It was not too long before I found the right door and went in. Sitting at the desk was a secretary, who, after asking my name, told me to be seated. She then called the doctor and told her that her 10:30 appointment had arrived. Because the doctor was expecting me at that moment she told her to send me right in. As I entered, the doctor had her back towards me and was busy looking over some chemicals. A quick glance at the furniture and walls indicated to me that the doctor had an excellent practice. The doctor then turned around and asked me what she could do for me. I stood there and looked at her in amazement and then said, “Wait a minute and let me think! Why yes, now I recognize you; you are Connie Codin my old classmate. I came up to her more closely and noticed that she was somewhat taller and even prettier. We immediately started asking each other questions; however, realizing that this was not the proper place to talk over old times I asked her to have lunch with me. We went to a very nice restaurant and after lunch she told me how she entered into this profession. After graduating from Bellingham High she went to a medical college and then after having graduated she established an office in this building. Connie then asked me how everyone was in Bellingham and if the town had grown any since she left. I assured her that everyone was fine, and that the town had prospered because Bellingham had grown into a large city, having all the department stores in Bellingham Center, and the business sec¬ tions at the South and North. Connie was amazed at all this and said she would love to see Bellingham again. I told her that I was going back home on the 10:30 plane that was leaving that evening and if she could arrange to have some other doctor take charge of her patients for a few days she ought to come back. Connie thought the idea an excellent one and immediately began making plans to leave. We took the plane from New York that evening and reached Bellingham early the next morning. Connie was amazed at how Bellingham had grown. After a few days in Bellingham she received a telegram saying that she was needed immediately, that a very urgent call had come up. That evening saw me waving goodby to someone in an airplane for Connie was on her way back to that great city, New York —John Kozak

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CLASS WILL—(Continued) To Joe Marchand—A gold cup for his wonderful performance in the Minstrel Show. To Elizabeth Thomas—We bequeath a jar of cold cream to keep her complexion always fitting and charming. To Danny Breen—A can of Dutch Cleanser, pro¬ bably this will keep him out of Dutch . To the rest of the Sophomores we bequeath a car¬ load of lolipops to keep. men: To Olga Melrose—We bequeath her the right to be known as the B. H. S. Yodeling Cowgirl . To Edward Arnold—A can of Baking Powder so that he can rise to a great height. To Gladys Lewinsky—A private telephone line so that her conversations with Robidoux will always be Strictly Private . To Florence Perreault—We bequeath an anchor to keep her from always floating around the High School. To the remaining Freshmen we bequeath a book of Etiquette written by the Seniors so that they can deport themselves properly. Lastly, we hereby appoint The Batman as ex¬ ecutor of this last will and testament hereby re¬ voking all former wills made by us, in witness there¬ of, we have hereunto subscribed our names this eighteenth day of June, in the year nineteen hundred and forty-two. President . Norman Belcher Vice-President . Mary Foley Secretary . Constance Codin Treasurer. Helen Buckley We, whose names are hereunto subscribed, do certify that on the eighteenth day of June, nineteen hundred and forty-two the testators above named subscribed their names to this instrument in our presence and hearing, declaring the same to be their last will and testament, and requested each of us to sign our names thereto, as witness to the execution thereof, which we hereby do in the presence of the testators and each other on the day of the will. Witnesses:— Su Spenders Charlie McCarthy Lou Costello Dumbo —Claire Cuyette