Burlington High School - Arrowhead Yearbook (Burlington, MA)

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SANDRA JOYCE WYER Sandy Favorite Saying: “Really?” Pet Peeve: People who know everything. Favorite Memory: Gloucester — 56 Favorite Pastime: Playing basketball Secret Ambition: It’s a secret School Activities: Basketball, Fashion Show, Dance Committee The Class of 1957 is grateful to Mr. John E. Fogelberg for his assistance in the publication of our Yearbook.

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JEAN MARIE WHITE Jeannie Favorite Saying: “What d’you want, a fight?” Pet Peeve: Detention Favorite Memory: February 23, 1956 Favorite Pastime: Sports; painting the streets Secret Ambition: To be successful School Activities: Basketball, Cheerleader, Softball, Sec- retary of Student Council, Treasurer of Dramatic So- ciety, Prom and Dance Committee, Ring Committee, Usherette, Senior Class Play KV JOHN WHITE moky Favorite Saying: ‘Got a cigarette?” Pet Peeve: People who don’t smoke Favorite Memory: When I first started smoking Favorite Pastime: Smoking Secret Ambition: To own a cigarette factory School Activities: Football, Basketball, Varsity Club, Baseball ROBERT EDWARD WILKIE Bob Favorite Saying: “How about that?” Pet Peeve: People who say “Are you mad ?” Favorite Memory: June 1, 56 Favorite Pastime: Sports Secret Ambition: To have 11 boys (enough for a football team) School Activities: Football, Basketball, Baseball, Dance Committee, Varsity Club, Prom Committee, Usher of 56 Graduation, Dramatic Society, Good Govern- ment Day Representative, Senior Class Play RICHARD WING Dick Favorite Saying: “When do we eat?” Pet Peeve: Reading poetry Favorite Memory: Summers at Ocean Park Favorite Pastime: Doing homework Secret Ambition: To get an “A” in French School Activities: Dance Committee

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Giles: History by Pauline F. Sloan and Joan Surette Twas a day in September, the year 45, 22 students began their long drive. The Union School teachers had quite a jolt, when their doors our class did unbolt. Our first big thrill was 6th grade graduation, which was, for us, quite an occasion. We entered the high school without any fear, until detention and homework changed our idea. We were the “little seventh graders” to all those above us, and there was Mrs. Hutchings, a mother to all of us. On reaching the ninth grade we started our climb, this first year of high school was really sublime. The 10th was heaven with the Mistletoe Hop, our class was moving and it just couldn’t stop. Juniors at last and raring to go, class rings ordered, everything just so. This was our Prom year, what a delight, everyone was happy that wonderful night. Seniors at last with one more year in this place, we had to keep this wonderful pace. Our Kick-off Hop was the first dance of the season, and was a hit for obvious reason. Our pictures arrived the 12th of December, that was a day for all to remember. The winter flew by and spring was upon us, These last days of High School looked full of promise. The Senior Reception was happy and gay, and took quite a lump out of every boy’s pay. From 22 students our class did expand, Until on graduation night 53 did stand.