Bromfield High School - Beacon Yearbook (Harvard, MA)

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' R. V, E UI3i-om? i el.cl Beacon Laurence R. Gates ....................,..................................................... Shenanigans Paul M. Haskell ............... ...................................................... T ell Me Why John W. H. Hopkins ......... ........................ . g ........................ g ...Lost in a Dream Tiiu-eKT'Tf1s '? .'.h. ..... Li.g.,p.i.f.'IQP6wder 'Your Face With Si1TISi'rine,,, Nancy A. Leet .................... ........................................... D ime a Dozen R-obert K. Leet .............. .......................... A Cockeyed Optimist Phyllis M. Perry ........ ....... H orses! Horses! Horses IX ' ff Glenn R. Sawyer ....... ..................... M y Last Cigar K F 1 ......... 'X Sylvia Small ............... . ...................................... Little Things in Life Robert A. Stephens .................................................................... Shame on You Marcelle O. St. John .......................................................................... Dark Eyes Robert F. Turner ........................ Oh, How I Hate to Get Up in the Morning :.:. . . :. . r. Onderiniiisife WE WONDER WHY Alan Blue studies his Latin so hard. Mona Callaghan is so quiet. Susan Campbell flirts with the boys. Don Daugherty walks up t-o the center of town every day. Chet Day always argues with Mr. Driscoll in history class. John Foss studies so diligently. Larry Gates can't sit still. 6 John Hopkins likes to play baseball so much. -. 'D Tiiu Kruus only associates with the girls. Q Nancy Leet always stands in a certain hallway at noontime. M Bob Leet is so popular. l Phyllis Perry dislikes the sophomore boys and likes the junior boys. : Paul Haskell has such a good sense of humor. Glenn Sawyer likes English class. Frank Sloan always wears cowboy boots. Q Sylvia Small always has the right answers. Bob Stephens visits the bowling alleys so much. s Marcelle St. John has so many boy friends. Robert Turner is always sleepy now. Paul White likes to play basketball so much. SOPHOMORE LOCALS Ek Latin Class: Mrs. Turner: Start at chapter twenty-nine in your Caesar book and L translate as far as you can. L Chet Day: What does the first word mean '? X English Class: . Miss Brown: At what period in history does the story 'Ivanhoe' take '3 place? if Alan Blue: lt takes place during the period of shrivelry'. Cchiv- alryj fu Page Forty-one

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E UBrom? i QLJ. Be 31.05011 SOPll0M0liES SOPHOMORE ROLL CALL Alan S. Blue .................................................................. Alan Sings Beautifully Mona C. Callaghan ...... Susan L. Campbell .......... Donald D. Daugherty Chester M. Day .............. John E. Foss ................ Laurence R. Gates ...... John W. H. Hopkins ...... Nancy A. Leet .............. Robert K. Leet ......... Phyllis M. Perry ...... Paul H. Haskell .......... Glenn R. Sawyer ..... Frank P. Sloan ........ i N Sylvia Small ............... Robert A. Stephens ....... Marcelle O. St. John Robert F. Turner ........ Paul R. White ...... Tiiu Kruus ......... ..................Mona Carols Cheerily ........Susan's faJ..Latin Classicist ............Don Delights Drescher ............Clocks Minutes Daily ...........John Earnestly Fakes .........Lazily Regards Goin's on .........John Walks Home Happily .......................Naturally A Linguist .......Rather Knightly Ctoj Lassies ...............Phyllis's Mighty Pretty .............Polite, Merry, Healthy .............Gains Rather Slowly ........Fancy Pair Cofl Shoes .....................Speaks Softly .............Round And Soft Over Sports .....................Rather Fresh Toughy ..........................Patience Rewards Willingness 'n Keen THEME SONGS Alan S. Blue ................ ............................ I Must Have Done Something Mona C. Callaghan ...... Susan L. Campbell ......... Times Sue Donald D. Daugherty ........ ......... S inging My Way Back Home Chester M. Day ............... .... ............................................. I t Isn't Fair John E. Foss ................ .................................... W hy Can't You Behave Pace Forly

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I3rom?ieL:d Beagcon AT SUNSET And through the hill-gaps sunset light Shone over it with a warm good-night. Oh, how beautiful the sun is! - that ever faithful ball of inspiring fire that gives life, beauty, and loveliness to all. What would we do without its presence! Indeed, We would be helpless and lost, as a lamb without its mother. . Despite this wonderful blessing of life, which the sun has never failed to furnish, everyone seems to appreciate the sun most at evening - the time when it is about to sink below the hilltops, out of sight. It is then that real beauty appears, as though the sun were reluctant to say good- night, and left the memory of its rays implanted on the minds of everyone until the following day. Just as the trees begin to cast extra long shadows over the slowly cooling earth, the sun sinks low among the clouds. First slowly, then faster and faster, the once blue skies turn to rich shades of yellow, orange, scarlet, and deep purple. The sky is a sight always to be marveled at, but never to be quite satisfactorily snapped by a camera or caught by an artist's paint brush. Sinking low in the west, the sun leaves all life calm and serene until the advent of another day. When we consider the benefits of sunsets, We realize how much the sun does besides providing a source of life to all the world. Sunsets give a feeling of relaxation, peace, and quiet to young and old. They are often the consolation of discouraged or depressed souls. They may also be a source of inspiration to the eager, as well as a calm reassurance to the troubled, for sunsets offer just the contentment that is needed at the end of a busy day. The picture made by the sun can be compared to nothing else, since it is truly one of the masterpieces of nature. Sylvia Small '52 Sk Pk if GREAT EXPECTATION S Everything was in readiness for the expedition. The big traps were all made soundly with the strongest Wood and the sturdiest Wire. All the bait was also packed. At a signal the canoes shoved off from shore, and the long awaited trip to Frie's Island had begun. The purpose of the trip was to bring back some raccoons for the camp nature class collection. Frie's Island had been chosen because last year a very large raccoon had been captured, and the island was known to be heavily populated with the animals. After a long journey We arrived, with everybody bearing the marks of an extremely bright sun. The canoes Were unloaded, the bed rolls laid out, and the supper was being prepared over the fire. Having finishd our double portions of Mulligan stew We set up our 'coon traps in the surrounding woods. The idea was to have the raccoons enter the large box and start to eat the bait on a stick in the rear of the trap. When the stick that the bait was on moved, the wooden door would slam down, and the animal would be trapped. We settled back and waited for some results. Around eleven o'clock we heard a rustling sound near one of our traps. Quietly and very expectantly we edged toward the trap. Page Forty-two