Bellingham High School - Epilogue Yearbook (Bellingham, MA)

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Class Will We, the class of 1948, of Bellingham High School, in the County of Norfolk, in the Com¬ monwealth of Massachusetts, being of sound mind and body, and realizing our end to be near, do hereby make, publish and declare the following as our last will and testament, declaring null and void all former instruments, promises, and wills heretofore published. To Mr. Rowe—our humble thanks for putting up with us all these years, such a bother we were. To Mr. Collins—a psychology class that will an¬ swer his questions—but then “silence is golden” and we needed the gold. To the members of the Faculty—our heartfelt appreciation for all their help during these four years and some “Sanka” coffee to calm their nerves. To those to whom we owe money—please be pa¬ tient, as due to our financial condition we are unable to keep out of debt. We hope you will forget these debts (we ' re willing to) and continue to be our friends. To Robert Borden—Carlton Patrick wills his dancing ability so Bob may entrance and win Carol Tooker. To the Juniors—Robert Remillard leaves his quiet and dignified manner in hope that they will use it and act as Seniors should next year. To Ernest Leblanc, in order that he might be a card and amuse his classmates—Richard Guyette leaves his jokes and deck of cards. To anyone who is interested in clocks and not in sports—Joan Veyett wills her job as timer. We hope such a person will not find the work too strenuous. To Cliff Stead—Lucille Marcet leaves the job of decorating the auditorium. We know Cliff will be a success at it as was Lucille. To William Spear, our next candidate for candy selling—T. J. Bennett leaves his little bas¬ ket. To Mary Arsenault, in order that she might keep out of arguments—Phyllis Stratman be¬ queaths her good disposition. To Lee Ambler—Norman Garneau wills the honor of high scorer of the basketball team. We hope Lee will do as good a job. To the next psychology class—Lawrence Mous- seau leaves his place; however, we wouldn’t be surprised if Larry comes back to study some more about those complexes. To Phyllis Berry—Henry Evers leaves the honor of running errands for the school. To Marilyn Cooper—a box of dates left very kindly by Marion Surette so that Marilyn may never run out of them; however, Mari¬ lyn seems to be doing all right without them. To Velma Kwiatkowski—Beatrice Remillard leaves the title of disc jockey. We wonder if Velma will be able to find the records. To Sylvia Barrows—Pauline Leclaire leaves her excellent typing. You’ll be sorry, Sylvia, once you see how popular you become. To Alfred Cote, in case he also has bike trouble —Ralph Berardi leaves his tube repair kit. To the next Editor-in-Chief—Shirley Cowen leaves a few headache pills. To Richard Dupre—Robert Tuttle wills some of his height. Dick still needs a few to really make those girls swoon. To Jack Van Rye—Howard Crooks bequeaths those long curly eyelashes and bea-u-ti-ful eyes. To the school—Lucille Pelland wills the memo¬ ries of absentee lists. Naughty, naughty children who skip school! Not seniors, of course! To that “anything but quiet” Freshman—Muriel Perreault wills her soft voice.

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CLASS PROPHECY ( Continued) ber of the band. It’s a long way from an after school band position to a nationally-famous or¬ chestra, but Vic made the climb. Dick then announced the popular comedi¬ enne, Patricia McMahon. Sounds of clapping greeted her as she stepped up to the mike. Evi¬ dently Pat’s talent for putting across a good story had not left her. Since the beginning of the program, I had seen flashes of light every now and then. I thought it was a photographer snapping the stars in their leisure moments, but I never expected to see Victor Forte as the photographer. How¬ ever, there he was and without a doubt he was enjoying himself immensely. Suddenly there was a disturbance at one of the rear tables. The headwaiter, Harold Evers, after observing the scene for a few min¬ utes, silently raised his hand, signalling for a waiter. Giving the man instructions, Harold went back to occupying himself with incoming guests. The waiter meanwhile escorted the customer to the outside by way of the kitchen. The “chef” wearing a high, white hat stopped decorating a cake to see what was happening. It was Ralph Berardi. Ralph’s practice at baking cakes during high school days had made him one of the most famous pastry chefs in the country. Another scene began to appear in the mirror. I saw a large, immaculate room with desk after desk extending in a line. Reaching the end of the line, I came upon a sign bearing the cap¬ tion: “Personal Secretary.” The door to the of¬ fice opened and out stepped Lucille Pelland. Lucille’s capability for office work had given her a successful career. On another floor of the same building I saw Raymond Jastrzembski working diligently at a desk. Jazz had become a public accountant and was really keeping himself busy judging from the atmosphere about him. A convertible drove up to the building and stopped. The driver was Freda Schafer. She was waiting for Lucille so they could have lunch together. Freda was the owner of a ladies dress shop and it was becoming a “must” stop on all shopping tours. Again a mist passed as if a hand had blotted out the scene. There in the mirror, I saw a large airport. Planes wer landing and taking off at a rapid pace. Two men entered an office in a nearby building. One of the men was Henry Evers. I wasn’t too surprised to find Hank among airplanes, he had made quite a few models in high school. Suddenly there was a roar as a huge passenger plane landed. As it rolled to a stop, the stewardess alighted and stood by help¬ ing the passengers descend. I knew at once that it was Joan Veyette, for hadn’t she always spoken of being a stewardess? It was nice to see that she accomplished what she wanted. A slim, attractive woman came into view and who should it be but Muriel Perreault, fol¬ lowed by her husband. Muriel looked extreme¬ ly happy as a married woman. By this time, a huge crowd had gathered near the plane and the passengers were greeted by reporters and friends. Although I wondered what the reporters were doing there, I soon found out. All the passengers on the plane were members of the famous Bellingham bas¬ ketball team on a country tour. Talking to the reporters was Robert Remil- lard. From the story he was giving them, I surmised that he was a publicity agent for the company, and he was doing a good job of it. The roar of the plane was stilled and the scene faded from my sight. What I saw at first surprised me, for it was a room filled with children, all very active. I knew that I was in a children’s nursery and it was there that I saw Lucille Marcet picking up a toy which was out of the reach of a small boy. Lucille’s patience came in handy among children. Just then Lucille had a caller. It was Phyllis Stratman dressed in a uniform of a nurse. Phyllis was paying Lucille both a friend¬ ly and a business call. When she became a dis¬ trict nurse, Phyllis began making regular visits to the nursery. Pauline Leclaire and Rose Potter then en¬ tered the nursery. Rose and Pauline were among the first few in our class to change their titles from Miss to Mrs. A little baby girl crawled to the women. Pauline picked up her baby and then started helping Rose look for her two children. They were very easily found. It’s not every day you see a set of twins with bright, curly, red, hair, is it? Did I see them? Was it really true? Know¬ ing I would never find the answer I purchased the mirror as a memento of that never-to-be- forgotten day.

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CLASS WILL ( Continued) To Florence Remillard—Victor Forte leaves his heart and fond memories. To the future Secretary of the Class of 1949— Freda Schafer leaves a complete, neat note¬ book. To any boy who has the fortitude to stand a bookkeeping class—Raymond Jastrzembski wills the solitude. To Janet Marie Fitzgerald, who lost many a heart in Milford—Rose Potter leaves her bottle of love lotion. To anyone wishing to disturb a class—Arlene Tower bequeaths her special pass to catch the quarter-to-one bus. To Cliff Stead, who is forever talking—Harold Evers wills all the mon ey he hasn’t got in the bank. People who talk are supposed to have money in the bank—aren’t they? To Barbara Sherwood, in order that she might see what is going on in this world of ours— Patricia McMahon wills her height. To the school—Victor Glowka leaves the coke stains and empty bottle caps in memory of all the cokes he’s opened. Lastly, we, the 10th graduating class of Bellingham High School, place our hand and seal on this sacred document, our last will and testament. Witnesses: Miss Hush Walking Man Guess Who CLASS OF 1948 Scribe: Arlene Tower i RHYMES FOR OUR TIMES There was a little girl And she had a little curl Right in the middle. . . You see the darndest things these days. Little Boy Blue Come blow your horn. . . That dope in front must have died at the wheel. Little Jack Horner Sat in the corner. . . He didn’t know the head-waiter. Little Bo Peep Has lost. .. Nice try, girlie. Jack and Jill Went up. . . Too much overhead and taxes.