Burlington High School - Arrowhead Yearbook (Burlington, MA)

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Cyptcal Sayings Mary Abreu . “Right Away” Greta Anderson Oh, you said a nasty word.” Beverly Barton ss F. “You're lucky.” Alice Bennett PL eee am oe “You're not listening” Lois Brown What a hunk.” Dorothy Carpenter Frances Cowbourne William Inglis Vivian Drapeau “Golly, Oh, Gee.” z What did you say?” mLnouseiioss Robert Jay 2.5. ss Pee youcon tdrive di park it. C@iheveahes Donald Foley “Hey, Nellie.” Faye Fowler “What've you got, rocks in your head?” Murray Johnson “Better late than never.” Joseph Galipeau “Yeah, knock it off.” Gilda Graham “Can I have your French?” Ernest Jones Robert Kelly “It's a $64.00 question: true or false.” “My aching back.” Edmund Lynch “Meat Head.” Evilo McGinnis Mary Michaud “Oh, well, that's life.” “I'm with you.” William Mitchell ‘ “What's her name?” Germaine Morse uu aa Jeekers crow. Patricia Murray John Murphy =erook, oue, the Air Force, 2 “Take care now’ Jean Nelson “You know what I mean” Joan Norden as MO) i Aleve Marjorie Peterson “What a hot spook.” Sue Towse “Gee, we have more fun than people.” Edith Witthohn “We'll see.”

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Class Prophecy Crystal balls are probably the only device on record at present with any potentialities for replacing television. There are all sizes and wave lengths covering a wide price range, but unfortunately they are becoming a scarce commodity as a result of their high priority rating. Only descendants of the Salem Witches can get them right now. Of course, we have had one for years, and we wish you could look into it to see the big event of the year. It is the annual fair and barn dance of the class of 1952, held in the great barn of Li'l Robert Jay, now Mayor of Banana Bend. Because you don't possess this in- strument which enables you to look into the future, we shall do our best to give a clear account of this stupendous affair. Looking down into a small valley, we see a lopsided little house, the birth-place and present home of Billy Mitchell and Murray Johnson, the Scrag- gly boys. They are combing out their long green beards, and slicking their hair with goose grease in preparation for the long awaited affair. The skunk works have closed for the occasion, giving Bill and Murray a whole day to overpower the aroma of their profession. Everybody, who is anybody, is at this dance. The great and near great, rich and poor alike, the long and the short, the fat and the lean, all are rubbing elbows at the annual gathering and get-together of the clan. Li'l Robert's rich aunt Edith Witthohn Dimondowsky has arrived from New York with her social secretary, Gorgeous McGinnis. Accompanying Miss Dimondowsky is Sun- beam McPeterson, Broadway's contribution to the glamour boys. The big barn is decorated with radiant splendor. There are banners and streamers hung from the rafters, and gay multi-colored bunting that covers the walls and adorns the stalls that house Li'l Robert's prize cows which also ra- diate the spirit of this festive occasion. Credit for this remarkable feat of in- terior decorating is due to the untiring efforts of Starbright Graham Hawkins, Raindrop Michaud Hawkins, and Cloudburst Towse Hawkins, great great grand-daughters of that famous and chivalrous champion of the fair and friv- olous, Silas Homblower Hawkins. Before describing the main event of the festivities, let us give a line or two to the added attractions. First, but by no means last, is the stall — pardon us — booth of that renowned prognosticator of things to come, Madam Violet Zodiac Fowler. Madam Zodiac sees all, knows all, tells nothing. Assisting the mystic Madam is the equally famous soothsayer Old Man Gallipeau-Ver- derhill. Elbowing our mental way through a bevy of masculine swains, we chance upon Rainbow Barton and Datfodil Drapeau, two of Banana Bend’s fair charm- ers operating a kissing booth and doing a thriving business. So far, the loot— we mean the donations for sweet charity — amounts to a platter of squirrel liv- ers, seven skunks, a bushel of toad-stools, a skillet of pickled pigs feet and a jug of Injun Bob Kelly’s Slameroo Sorrow Syrup. The apple-polishing, corn-husking, and turnip preserving contests have to be passed by, as Marrying Don Foley has just announced, that everybody must choose his partner for the big event of the day, the dance-until-you-drop square dance for the prize cow of the year, donated by that fair milk maid, Petunia Mae Murray. Around they dance with reckless abandon, completely intoxicated by the melodious music of fiddler Fair Nellie Nelson, piano player Harmonious Mary-