Bellingham High School - Epilogue Yearbook (Bellingham, MA)

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Class Statistics Robert Remillard Ralph Berardi Theodore Bennett Victor Glowka .... Richard Guyette ... Robert Tuttle Richard Guyette ... Carlton Patrick .... Norman Garneau Victor Forte Howard Crooks .... Carlton Patrick ... Robert Tuttle Howard Crooks Carlton Patrick ... Robert Tuttle Harold Evers Norman Garneau Howard Crooks Robert Tuttle Theodore Bennett Richard Guyette ... Norman Garneau Quietest Mos t Artistic Happy-Go-Lucky Most Practical Best Dressed Typical H. S. Boy Girl Class Babies Class Actor Actress Most Athletic Best Mannered Most Industrious Best Dancers Best Natured Most Attractive Wittiest Most Talkative .. Most Modest Most Popular ... Most Likely to Succeed .... Most Co-Operative Most Mischievous Neatest Most Sociable One Who Did Most For Class Pauline Leclaire Lucille Marcet Rose Potter Freda Schafer Lucille Pelland Shirley Cowen Joan Veyette Patricia McMahon Beatrice Remillard Lucille Pelland Arlene Tower Shirley Cowen .... Phillis Stratman Lucille Pelland Patricia McMahon Joan Veyette Arlene Tower Beatrice Remillard Arlene Tower Beatrice Remillard Joan Veyette Lucille Pelland Beatrice Remillard Beatrice Remillard Class Marshal Favorite Freshman Favorite Sophomore Favorite Junior Favorite Orchestra .. Favorite Song Favorite Flower Class Advisor Sylvia Barrows Maurice Gregoire Clifford Stead Richard Dupre Vaughn Monroe Now Is The Hour Orchid Mr. Harold Granger

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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.

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Class Poem Today we are leaving with hearts made sadder To take our place at the foot of the ladder. Four years we’ve studied, and done our best; With the help we received, we can pass the test. We had many good times and sports galore But that’s not all we were working for. We came for knowledge, to study, and learn. And the road to success is ours in return. Forever onward will be our cries. For in ourselves our future lies. And as we leave we are proud to say, We ' ve learned to live the democratic way. By Lawrence Mousseau (Tune of: After Graduation Day) Our high school days have reached an ending. Ending all the joys we knew. But on these joys, we’re all depending. For future memories to see us through. Toward the future, we are heading. With a purpose strong in mind, Though we’re going, we’re not forgetting. The friends and teachers we leave behind. There is no way we can tell you, How we hate to leave our friends. For we are on a path that is new. And who knows when we’ll meet again. So we say goodbye with sad hearts. But with pleasant thoughts and pride. To a school we’re proudly part of, Alma Mater, Bellingham High. By Bea Remillard.