Bellingham High School - Epilogue Yearbook (Bellingham, MA)

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Class Will We, the class of nineteen hundred and forty-six, in a normal and would be state of mind, do make, publish and declare this to be our last will and testament. We do, therefore, give and bequeath our worldly gifts as fol¬ lows: To the members of the faculty, who have been our guides for the past four years, our sincere appreciation, our deepest gratitude and a promise of loyalty and co-operation when we shall be called upon to uphold the tradi¬ tions and principles of our school. To our principal, Mr. Collins, we leave a book of answers. He sure can find the ques¬ tions! To the future Seniors, we leave a package of genuine rubber bands that they may uphold the tradition of all Seniors—Unity. I, Dorothy Chattaway, leave to Buddy Delaney a rainspout up which to holler his dry humor, preferably during a severe cloud¬ burst. I, Marshall Cowen, leave my superior mathematical ability in a lump sum, to be divided evenly among all classes. I, Marie Dore, leave my unfailing pep and penetrating cheers to all future cheer leaders at the crisis of all games. v s. I, Lillian Guyette, leave to Pauline Ros¬ setti, a Corny” joke book in memory of the many laughs we had together. I, Anna Jastrzembski, leave a copy of Bell Bottom Trousers” to Eunice Foley since her main attraction also centers in the Navy. I, Muriel Lamothe, leave to any senior girl a fashion book so that she may uphold my title as, Best Dressed Girl.” I, Robert Murphy, leave my Casanova” personality to the most romantic lover in the Junior Class, Nick Petrosky. I, Patricia Shahtay, leave my typewriter with the magic keys to Eileen Buckley, so that she may acquire that certain touch. I, Elizabeth Thayer, leave my high scho¬ lastic standard as an example to all future seniors. I, Jane Tuttle, leave to next year’s Editor- in-Chief of the Epilogue an abundant supply of aspirins. Without a doubt whoever it may be will use them. To the future Juniors, we bequeath our sophistication to be used in classrooms, cor¬ ridors and at all extra-curricula activities. I, Norma Aldrich, the jitter-bug kid, leave my book of congas to light-footed Shirley Cowen. I, Doris Chamberland, leave my reserved manner to the future Juniors. They need it! I, Norman Leblanc, leave a subscription to the French Journal” to anyone who may wish to attack that awful stuff. I, William Lewinski, leave my Charles Atlas Physique” to Tracy Garneau. No hard feelings, Trace! I, Adrien Marcet, leave my Red Skelton wit to that Sophomore character Bib” Tuttle.

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CLASS PROPHECY ( Continued) Bob’s ties—a very delicate situation where he is concerned. After much time had passed, we remembered the reason for my being there. MacLerner’s Credit Department occupied the rest of our time and before we knew it—as if by magic—our work was done. After getting our crowd together we had dinner at the Esmerelda Inn, a novel establishment, specializing in roast goat dinners. Host for the evening was none other than Adrien Marcet, the owner. Incidentally, he hadn’t changed a bit. Even in suave atmosphere of the competitive business world he was still the same rumple-haired ’Cet. But, I compliment him—his quaint idea of a goat dinner was very palatable. The night was still young so we decided to go to the Caryville Gardens to watch the basket¬ ball game between Bellingham University and Rhode Island College. Collegiate games had changed little in the last ten years. Students and townspeople alike gave moral support to the basketball team. When the coach and his assist¬ ants walked onto the court, the two thousand spectators in favor of Bellingham University sent up strong and wild cheers. —‘Yea coach, yea Lewinski, —yea, yea Coach Lewinski.’ Yes, Chet was still bringing in cheers, the only dif¬ ference being that the prefix to his name had been changed from captain to coach. It was a beautiful game—fast footwork and telepathic co¬ ordination gave Bellingham University an easy victory—sixty-three points to State’s thirty-two. No, Chet had not lost his knack for ‘bringing the fellows in with a win.’ Back at the hotel we dis¬ cussed the game, then I made for my bed with the air-cushioned mattress. Fifteen minutes be¬ fore retiring you set the attached generator and compressed air inflates the mattress by means of complex levers and springs insuring the sleeper of a restful night. This revolution bears the trade-mark of the Jean-Paul Trudel Mattress Company. When Jean had perfected his mat¬ tress, Jane had insisted that every bed in her establishment be equipped with one. This move was brought on by her love of sleep. The next morning completely rested after a night on that wonderful mattress, I made my way to the business district. A very striking shop caught my eye and magnetically drew me in. It was the Milk Maid Cosmetic Shop. Only Milk Maid products were sold here. Everything on sale was intended to make mi-lady more beauti¬ ful. Bottles, jars, and packages bearing the labels of lotions, creams, colognes, perfumes, powder, rouge, lipstick, and nail enamel. Carpets two inches thick covered the floors and chromium chairs with light yellow leather seats were ar¬ ranged around tables. As my mind covered every detail, Norma Aldrich walked from her office. I could see it all now. Who else could have such a shop as this? Hadn’t Norma always helped the milkman? In this shop she had combined her in¬ terests. Dorothy Chattaway, her most capable employee, was out of town at the time. This was often the case since she was International Direc¬ tor of Norma’s chain of shops. Norma and I lunched at the Nineteen-Forty-Six Club next to her shop. She was very busy and felt that she must shorten her lunch hour. She told me that Ethel Schafer had completed her education at Simmons College and was now doing her part for the health and welfare of the children. She was finding happiness in teaching them the impor¬ tance of cleanliness and co-operative living. Norma went back to her shop and I went to the Globester Travel Agency for my return ticket. Norman Leblanc managed this agency. He did not confine his sale of tickets to the airways— definitely not. He also told tickets for bus, train, ocean liner, and rocket travel. Norman told me that he believed that within the next fifteen years they would have regular stops on Mars, Juniper, the sun, and the moon. Later he ex¬ pected all the planets would be covered, not to mention the ones that haven’t yet been dis¬ covered. My baggage was sent from the hotel. I hate ‘good-byes,’ so I didn’t go back to the hotel. It was night. The plane left the airport slowly at first, and then swiftly soared to great heights. In a few brief days I had captured memories that must last me for a lifetime. Bellingham had once more disappeared from my view. I could no longer see the city lights—only the vast darkness of the sky. —Muriel Lamothe

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CLASS WILL ( Continued ) I, Maurice Patrick, leave to Ray Jastr- zembski my Arthur Murray Dance Book. Stick around, Barney, you’ll learn. I, Burt Rhodes, leave a year’s supply of vitamin pills to T. J. Bennett. My motive is obvious. I, Ethel Schafer, leave a few helpful hints on How to be Quiet” to Patricia McMahon. I, Elizabeth Petrosky, leave a megaphone to Victor Glowka, who may have use for one whereas I didn’t. I, Betty Skalubinski, leave to all prospec¬ tive Senior girls my qualifications which will enable one of them to succeed me as D .A. R. Girl. To the future Sophomores, we leave our empty cash-box with the hope that they will fill it quicker than we did. I, Robert Bennett, leave my curly hair to William Spear. I, Margery Hughes, leave my newly pub¬ lished book How to Understand the Sub¬ ject You Think Difficult” to those who have no confidence in themselves. I, Ruth Wilde, leave a map locating the famous Pine Street Parking Lot” to anyone seeking a serene spot. I, Jean Paul Trudel, leave to all who need it, a book on Etiquette.” To the future Freshmen, we will our scho¬ lastic, financial, and social records—AND a carload of lollipops! Who could ask for any¬ thing more?” Lastly, we appoint Baby Snooks executor of this our last will and testament, revoking all former wills we have made. We, the class of one thousand nine hun¬ dred and forty-six, do certify that the above named subscribed their names to this docu¬ ment in our presence and hearing, declaring this same to be their last will and testament. SCRIBE: Marie Dore WITNESSES: TUFFY BEAR NUTTY SQUIRREL The Three Little Ducks, Huey, Dewey, and Looey. i t l