Bromfield High School - Beacon Yearbook (Harvard, MA)

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BromQl:el.d. Beacon WE WONDER Why Barbara enjoys 4-H meetings. Why Wayne is going to Manchester this summer. To whom Lois writes all those letters. How Robert manages always to have someone extra to take home from the dances. What Frank does with his spare time Why Marie buys Air Mail stamps. Why Paul isn't interested in girls. Why Albert would like to grow at least an inch. Where Jane is planning to spend the summer. Sli 21 Pls SENIOR LOCALS Mr. Driscoll in chemistry class: What is the heavier form of hydrogen called? Miss Waters: Duridium ? Miss Blackwell: No, that is the new razor blade - you mean deuteriumf' Mr. Driscoll, talking of man-made and natural law: When the crow protects its fellows, is it man-made law? F. Lennihan: No, Crow-made. ' THAT PROBLEM OF GROWING UP Don't do that, Sarah, you're too old, cries Mother. - Don't wear that, Sarah, you're'too young. That's all one hears from the time she is thirteen until after graduation from high school. That in-between age is the worst age of all. If you do one thing, every- one calls you a child, so you decide to grow up. Then they tell you to act your age. Actually the uncertainty of this period is enough to put anyone in a mild dilemma. You get a beautiful new formal all picked out for your first high school dance. But Mother says, No, its too old-looking for you. S-o you bring home the dress she chooses. The night of the dance comes and your escort arrives for you. Just as you're leaving Dad says, Doesn't my baby look cute tonight? Be sure to come home early, Little Girl. Of course this remark nearly spoils the evening for you because you're wondering if your escort now thinks of you as Daddy's Little Girl . Then you decide t-o act the way that you think your mother expects you to. When you're reading J unior's new copy of Hop Hazard and he starts yelling, Mother says, You're getting rather old for comic books, aren't you ? lt's really a terribly unfortunate spot to be in. You're too young for high heels, too old for bubble gum, too young for make-up, and too old to wear ankle socks to church. And people wonder at teen-agers! Don't they remember when they were too old and too young at the same time? Marie St. John '50 Porcre Thirty-five

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Eromfliegd Be acson of a corresponding size mesh. Now it is time to lay the pipes and have a glass of cool, refreshing water from your own well. Because of our increasing usage of water and because of water shor- tages resulting from droughts, more and more people are becoming acquainted with the process by which men tap our underground reservoirs. VALEDICTORY As classmates bidding farewell forever to our high school days, we make numerous promises to one another and to friends to correspond often and to share now and then the memories of these days and of our dreams and ambitions. I sincerely hope that every promise is kept. It was Tryon Edwards who said, He that resolves on any great and good end, has, by that very resolution, scaled the chief barrier to it. Wayne W. Blackwell PF ik PF SENIOR ROLL CALL Barbara Carol Benjamin Wayne Waldo Blackwell Lois Adiel Dickson .......... Robert Kenneth Hall ...... Catch Bill ....................Wayne Won't Budge .......... Lois Adheres ftoj Dreams ................Robert Keeps Happy Frank Lennihan ................. .......................... F atiguing Life Marie Eugenie St. John ....... Paul Irving Thatcher .... Harold Albert Tooker ........ Jane Ann Waters ............ ........................................ ...........Marie Enjoys Sailor Jack .......Paul Insists fonj Tarrying .......Has Angelic Tendencies C ?J .Jane's Always Winsome Barbara C. Benjamin .................................................................................... Bill Wayne W. Blackwell .......... I Dream of Jeanie with the Light Brown Hair Lois A. Dickson ........... R-obert K. Hall ......... Frank Lennihan ...... Marie E. St. John ....... Paul I. Thatcher ..... H. Albert Tooker ........ Jane A. Waters ........ Senior Class .......... Mrs. Turner ...... Miss Brown .......... Mrs. Clifford ........ Mrs. Drescher ..... Mrs. Flaherty ...... Mr. Drisc-oll .......... Mr. Dunlap ............... Bromfield School ....... Mr. Vattes Mr. Kelly ......... I Could Be With You The Girls Go Yourself .........She's Only a Sailor's Sweetheart Fry That Man of Mine ..........We've Come A Long Way Together Knows Day Is Done ...............Typewriter Song .............Music, Music, Music .......The Old Master Painter .............................Memories ..........................Good-bye ........M1SS You ........Rag Mop

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E UBY-omS'iel.d Beaconlj Z THE GOLDEN MARE Each evening as the blazing sun sank behind the face of the earth and the searching wind hushed to a gentle breeze, the thundering of hoof beats came across the wooded hillside and onto the field. ln the light of the moon, a golden mane blew against a shimmering arched neck of deeper gold. Two fiashing eyes shone from a proud fore- head. A flowing tail was carried by the wind. As the hoofbeats grew louder and nearer, Robin dashed out of the house and onto the cool grassy field. Her heart beat faster and faster as she waited for the palomino to draw closer. Then the beautiful mare stood in front of the trembling young girl. Robin stroked the long nose and arched neck as she and the horse softly conversed. Suddenly the magnifi- cent horse wheeled and, with a significant whinny, broke into a gallop. When Robin reached home, she was almost crying. She wanted so much to own this beautiful palomino, but instead the wilderness claimed it. Every day Robin worked hard on the farm preparing for the rest of the winter. She worked much of the time but after all her work was done she would hurry to the field now covered with snow. As the winter grew bitter with sleet and wind, the mare came more often. Robin always had some oats and a few sections of sweet-smelling hay for the horse. Soon spring had come and the two friends spent much time in the grass-covered field. Robin knew deep down in her heart that she was the only human that the mare would venture near. She knew, too, that the mare because of her wild nature would never let Robin or anyone else put a saddle on her. V One evening as the horse disappeared again into the distant hills, the girl realized that this mare could never be owned by anyone. As she lay in her bed that night, she could hear the gentle neigh of the beloved horse and then the pounding hoofbeats as Mother Wilderness claimed her un- tamed child. Barbara Benjamin '50 Page Thirty-six