Billerica Memorial High School - BMHS Yearbook (Billerica, MA)

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HOWE HIGH YEARBOOK Fifty-sixth: I, Elizabeth Capen, leave my extra weight to Richard Sawyer. Fifty-sevefztlx I, Frances Casey, leave my accordion to Ludolph Megow. Fifty-eighth: I, Dorothy Champlin, leave my vociferations to Janice Rogerson. Fifty-ninth: I, George Flewelling, leave my exuberant movie tactics to Bettv. Sixtietb: I, Catherine Granfield, leave my cosmetics to Patty Hall. Sixty-first: I, Jean Hatzberger, leave my love of Shakespeare to Eddie Lussier. Sixty-secwzd: I, Anne Jean, leave all my good murder mysteries to anyone taking economics. Sixty-third: I, Mary Kane, leave my sunny disposition to Kay Lewis. Sixty-fourth' I, Raymond McColough, leave my facetious remarks to Bill Cooper, who, as freshman president, may need them. Sixty-fiftfoz I, Marion Meserve, leave to take up my residence in Dracut. Sixty-sixth: I, Patricia Murphy, leave my remedial work to anyone so unfortunate as to get a D. I. S. Sixty-seventh: I, Mary O'Connell, leave my reindeer sweater to Venus in Room 21. Sixty-eighth: I, Muriel Pynn, leave my new red shoes to anyone want- ing to attract attention in economics. Sixty-vzintlo: I, Helen Quinton, leave my ability to recite in economics to Norma Warren. Seventietb: I, Robert Rodman, leave my interest in junior girls to Arthur Johansen. Seventy-gfrst: I, Helen Wansewicz, leave my oratorical talents to Phyl- lis Derby. Seventy-second: I, Dorothy Wiggins, leave my spelling notebooks to Edward N iedzwiecka. Seventy-third: I, Dolores Ceglanski, leave my position as cashier-in- chief to Claire Boyland. Seventy-fourth: I, Marilyn Condon, leave my wardrobe to next year's Senior Play cast. Seventy-fifth: I, Betsy Crombie, leave my ability to charm the senior boys to Ruth Strom. Seventy-sixth: I, jacquelyn Cutler, leave my baseball manuals to Ted Williams. Seventy-seventh: I, Alberta Greenwood, leave my trips to the Centre to Sherwood Morris. Seventy-eiglotb: I, Chester Wright, leave my miniature to the girl who took it from the library last fall. In testimony whereof we hereunto set our hand, and in the presence of witnesses do declare this document to be our last will this twentieth day of june in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and forty-eight. CHARLES PIERCE ROBERT RODMAN On this the twentieth day of june, 1948, A.D., members of the class of '48, Howe High School, Billerica, Massachusetts, did sign the above document in our presence, and did declare it their last will. Thereafter, we three, in their presence, and in the presence of each other, hereto affix our names. JOSEPH CAVANAUGII jonN 1.YoNs ROBERT FIELD

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HOWE HIGH YEARBOOK men approaching, each of whom had a female by the hand. For many years, Charlie Pierce said, Mr. Kelley and I have enjoyed successful careers in law. These are our devoted secretaries, he said, pointing to Shirley Foley and Jean Kilmartin. The gates of Paradise are open to such law-abiding citizens. Looking up, I saw a girl hurrying along the road. She was none other than Lorraine Sands. She was being pursued by a robust young fellow. I let her pass quickly through the gates, and called the man to halt, recognizing him as an under- classman, I instructed him to return to Earth, for I could End no trace of his name anywhere on my scroll. My next visitor was the tall, athletic figure of Phyllis Smith, the inveterate skier. I admitted her without question. Two intellectual-looking women were now approaching the gates. They handed me their cards, which read: Dr. Doris Silliker, Professor of English and Dr. Helen Wansewicz, Professor of Psychiatry Enter that you may better St. Peter's kingdom through your knowledge. Then I noticed a small group of women anxiously awaiting their turn. The first I recognized was Frances Casey. She said that she and Dorothy Champlin had been proprietors of a dance studio. I bade them to bring added enjoyment to St. Peter's subjects. Alice Cuff and Marilyn Condon then came along and told me that they had been, for many years, hostesses at the Brown Derby. You cannot be denied the privilege of passing into paradise, I said to the little group. Enter. A troup of fantastically dressed personalities appeared on the scene. The foremost man in their ranks offered me the explanation that they were a theatre group. They handed me a program with the names of two motion pictures: The Desperadoesn- starring Chuck Schmelzer and Wild Bill Harmon and the co-feature comedy Give Me the Moon over Billerica, starring Eileen Cameron, Jackie Cutler, Leila Buckner, George Nickless, and George Parker. Enter, I said, St. Peter might appreciate such characters in his kingdom. just as this last group had passed through the gates, I noticed three sage-looking women approaching. The first of the group stepped up and accounted for herself and her colleagues. My name is Glennie Wilson, and here are Elaine Davidson and Dorothy Wiggins. For many years we were connected with the Atomic Research Department of the United States, during which time we endeavored to keep atomic energy for a peaceful weapon. s yours. Hardly had I had time for a second breath before I '4 Paradise is open to people with such sentiments as x ' I lj is A Z' was aroused by the sound of a snappy tune being hummed i, 5 from the girls that they were Mary O'Connell, Pat Mur- phy, and Pat Lacey and that they had had a very successful career on Broadway as singers of Irish songs. When I asked them why they had come to Paradise so young, they told me that one day a bomb instead of a tomato, was thrown from the audience. The choir of the kingdom will be complemented by such voices as yours. 'I rv ls ' by three girls approaching the gates of Paradise. I learned ' 56 f- 9-10 J 6' Y fa O i As I turned from the choir, I noticed an old woman heavily loaded down with an assortment of washboards, whistles, and horns of various tones and sizes. Strange as it seems, the woman was Frances Pauline. I learned N that she had been the sole arranger of Spike Jones' music. I told her to enter quietly. Next came two women whom I recognized to be Laura Wanitz and Anne Pelletier. QQ arf. s in- ' IT ' PLN lvl E