Bellingham High School - Epilogue Yearbook (Bellingham, MA)

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- CLASS WILL ( Continued) - In testimony we hereunto set our hands and in the presence of three witnesses declare this to be our last will, this nineteenth day of June in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hun- dred and forty-seven. J CLASS OF 1947 David Tuttle, President Claire Foley, Vice-President Jeannette Dubois, Secretary Pauline Rossetti, Treasurer W it nesses — Guy Madison Scribe, Eunice Foley Van Johnson Frank Sinatra

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Class Will We the class of 1947 of Bellingham High School, in the County of Norfolk, in the Com¬ mon v ealth of Massachusetts, being of sound mind and memory, cognizant of the uncertainties of this life, do make and declare this our last will and testament, hereby revoking all former wills and codicils made by said class. To Mr. Granger, our class advisor, we be¬ queath our sincere thanks for the help and guid¬ ance he has given us through this our most dif¬ ficult year. To our respected principal, Mr. Collins, who has openly professed his interest in masterpieces of art and literature we bequeath the inscrip¬ tions on the desk covers. To Miss Ballou, we leave an English Class that will be more appreciative of the gram¬ matical elements than we were. To Miss Silverson, we bequeath a shorthand class that will see how rapidly it can take dic¬ tation, and not how slowly the period passes. To Miss Kaczor, we leave the bad impression of the Senior Class we gave her in study periods and hope she has forgiven us. As a special gift to Mr. Keough, we leave a pole with a nail on the end to aid him in picking up bits of paper in his clean up campaign. The school is much neater now, ISN’T TIT? To the rest of the faculty we bequeath our gratitude for having tolerated us during our four years of study. To T. J. Bennet, we leave the key to happi¬ ness, although the key to his heart seems to be lost around the corner of North Main and Hart¬ ford Avenue. To Patricia McMahon, we entrust the care of Pauline Rossetti’s book, How to Be a Pracitcal Joker and Still Keep Your Friends. We are cer¬ tain that “Pat” has the ability to carry on after Pauline. To those who wish to know of a delightful shade of red for the toupe of the future, we be¬ queath the memory of those brilliant locks of Red Daigle. To Rose Potter and Joan Vayette, we leave straight jackets so they can control their over abundance of pep when necessary. To Freda Schafer, we bequeath a white line detector used by Eileen Buckley, so she can stay on her own side of the street while driving. To those unfortunates who have formed en¬ tangling alliances, we leave Claire Foley’s fickle¬ ness. To Muriel Perreault, we leave a loud speak¬ er to be used in cheering so she won’t have to exercise her lungs to such an extent. The flash light seen many times in use by “Red” Daigle, we leave to Tracy Garneau, with which we hope Tracy will look on the bright side of things. To Velma Kwiatkowski, we bequeath a switch board; we always heard that Velma was a big time operator. To any vagabond student frequently wan¬ dering from our institution of learning to seek new acquaintances and especially interested in the Uxbridge trend, we bequeath the congenial companionship of David Tuttle, whose traveling instinct turns toward the west. To Lillian Dubois, we leave her sister Jean¬ nette’s lady-like manners and we know that Lil¬ lian will continue to be the perfect lady her sis¬ ter was. To Clifford Stead, we bequeath a movie con¬ tract with M.G.M. to play one of the characters in OUR GANG. To quiet, shy, Bib Tuttle, who never says a word, we leave Charley Delaney’s never ending flow of nonsense with which “Bib” could easily become the most talkative boy in his class. To the boys who ride on the school bus we leave a book of Etiquette, so they can conduct themselves properly. They evidently never heard of “Ladies Before Gentlemen.” To our school we leave the spots of green paint on the floors of rooms 9 and 10, in memory of the Junior Prom we held.

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Class Poem Tonight the class of 47” Bids farewell to our school and friends. But happy thoughts dwell in our hearts Of four short years, now, at an end. Our paths may lead to far-off lands Across the Bridge of Fame But the guiding hand of teachers Has prepared us for the same. May we bring honor to our school As we play Life’s game alone The past forever gone The future ' s still our own.” —Claire Foley Class Song Tune of: Meet Me In St. Louis Time has come when we must leave The school we love so well, Teachers, classmates, fondest mem ' ries In our hearts will dwell, Tho’ our paths may lead us yonder Love for you shall e’er grow stronger, With your guidance we shall shine thru life. As the years unfold. Tho’ the hills are steep and rough. We’il face them unafraid. Class of 1947, will surely make the grade. Bellingham, we’ll bring you honor. Fame awaits us, ’round the corner So with courage and with spirits bright We shall make the grade. —Claire Foley’