Chelmsford High School - Yearbook (Chelmsford, MA)

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L is for Lovett, who's all right, Dates a different girl every night. M is for Malloy, who loves to sing, Wedding bells for her will ring. M is for McDonald, that football star, In the path of success he will go far. M is for McEnany, a charming way, Her mood is always extremely gay. M is for McEnnis, tall and slender, She has broken many a fender. M is for McHugh who's a basketball ace, At getting in trouble she keeps at fast pace. M is for McMaster, short and sweet,. Get to know her, sure is a treat. M is for Merrill of whom we hear lots, When it comes to basketball he has the shots. M is for Miller, who's Shorty's soul mate, While driving in taxis she has special rates. M is for Morrell who loves to joke, In lab his classmates he loves to soak. M is for Morrell, who's full of pep, She eats her Wheaties, you can bet. M is for Morrison, tall and thin, Bound to be successful, bound to win. M is for Mulcahy, who's a physics whiz, She works like a trooper for each little quiz. N is for Nickerson, a real class wit, On every occasion he says his bit. N is for Nystrom, a gal who is smart, With her roller skates she'll never part. P is for Pearson with pretty red hair, Of a nice personality she got her share. P is for Peterson, the guy with the looks, Now and forever misplacing his books. P is for Pickard, of work he doesn't fear, When it comes to girls, he just stays clear. P is for Pickard, she's all rect, She'll get by with her tiny feet. P is for Pierce, gal with a ring, Wedding songs for her will sing. P is for Pike, who loves to sew, To school with her brother, she does go. P is for Pontefract, a popular lad, With his wiifles he started a fad. P is for Pratt with a soprano voice, She goes steady with the man of her choice. R is for Reid, who is very coy, No one ever does she annoy. R is for Reid, who's short and sweet, Her charming smile is really a treat. R is for Roach, who's real date bait, With all the fellows she sure does rate. R is for Russell, who's a member of the band, She's always ready with a willing hand. S is for Simms who's tall and blond, Of feminine society he's very fond. S is for Soutter, always with gum, If you haven't any, she has some. S is for Sweet with the basketball score, Never, never is she a bore. S is for Sweet who enjoys having fun, When it comes to the books he worries none. V is for Vayo, who's bound to please, All the girls he loves to tease. V is for Vennard, a real slick chick, Of the boys she has her pick. V is for Vondal, a wonderful sight, just to know her is a real delight. W is for Watt, who trumpeting enjoys, Sally prefers him to other boys. W is for Wheeler, who's truly care-free, l'le works very hard at the A. E? P. W is for White, a pretty blond, We all know the man of whom she's fond. W is for Whitworth, who's as smart as can be That he'll be a success is a certainty. W is for Wiggins, that bashful boy, Who never does the girls annoy. W is for Wilkins, with his poster flare, For hunting and Hshing he sure does care. W is for Wilkins, whose drumming's supreme, Many a freshman of him does dream. Of X, Y, Z's we boast not any, But even without them we have a plenty! Mary Mulcahy '47 Nancy Pickard '47 Elaine Soutter '47

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Senior Alphabet A is for Allen with beautiful hair, A joy all girls would love to share. B is for Barker, a sleepy gal, But always a real and ready pal. B is for Bell who is sweet and twenty, Of rainbow pins she has a plenty. B is for Berg, a truck he drives, Never by walking to school he arrives. B is for Billington and oh, my hair, For what senior boy has she a flare? B is for Boucher who just loves school, ' Not for homework-ejust to fool. B is for Brennan, to North she belongs, Jealousy is one of her favorite songs. B is for Burne, that guy who is shy, Could it be girls? Is that why? B is for Burton, who hails from West, Comes to school in her very best. C is for Capuano, a friend in need, Always helpful, yes, indeed! C is for Caton whose voice is low, One often sees her at the show. C is for Chagnon and her very high heels, Yes indeed, she has lots of appeal. C is for Chagnon, that little man, Who always avoids homework, if he can. C is for Chancey, the ofiice boy, With all girls he is bashful and coy. C is for Crowell who sits at Watt's desk, In her classes she tries her best. D is for Dane, the outdoor type, She loves to eat apples before they're ripe. D is for Desmarais who loves history, Her love life is a deep mystery. D is for Devno with excited voice Secretarial work is indeed her choice. D is for Dinnigan who works in a store, It's a pleasure to know him, he's no bore. D is for Dufresne, the class tomboy, She loves a life that is full of joy. D is for Dumonts, fascinating twins, In popularity each one wins. E is for Edwards, Artie by name, By hunting and fishing he wins fame. E is for Edwards, Popeye they call him, He's famous for basketball at the Y.M. F is for Farrell, Latin's her favorite, More power to her because she made it. F is for Flavell whose a dashing blonde, Of school work she is not at all fond. F is for Fletcher, who chums with Bo, He takes life easy, as you all know. F is for Flynn, Irish at heart, If you'll but ask her, she'll do her part. F is for Foley and his clarinet, We can tell you he's the very best yet. F is for Fortin who worked in the office, When it comes to history, he's just a novice. G is for Gervais, gentle and fair, She has oceans and oceans of waves in her hair G is for Gonsalves, most quiet of all, She's never noisy even in the hall. G is for Greeley, the man with the horn, All of his jokes are just plain corn. H is for Harvey who's quiet but then Turn around and notice again. H is for Hoyle who captains the team, When it comes to jokes, he's on the beam. H is for Hunt, who hails from East, On school work she keeps mind the least. ,I is for johnson and his curly hair, Delores and he make an ideal pair. K is for Kydd, who works at the stand. Also a jolly member of the band.

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YOUNC-ER SISTERS What good are younger sisters when You're down and out or need a friend? When work around is to be done, . They're out of sight at the count of one They always know the latest news, Your clothes and makefup they abuse. The two I have are pests, you see, I'm glad I have just two, not three. Theresa Vcnnard '47 ABSENTEEISM When you have been absent from school, Your reception is definitely cool. To get out of a session, You must bring a confession. I'm sorry, old chap, it's the rule! Norman Johnson '47 LINES BY A DRUMMER When 1 go out each Wednesday night With Abrahamson's band, My mother has to wait and put My snare drum in my hand. When all the people have gone home The leader counts our gains, But I just sit down and rest because I've just beat out my brains. Walter Wilkins '47 THE WINTER SEASON Winter comes but once a year, Bringing children fun and cheer. In their homes the fires are bright, Burning logs brighten the night. The world is covered white with snow, Icicles sparkle all aglow, Children slide down every hill, And laugh and shout at such a thrill. Rain is frozen. on the panes, Trees are glazed with freezing rains, Winds are blowing far and near, Telling us that winter's here! Isabelle Gonsalves '47 A POEM I bet I stay up half the night, Trying to think of a poem to write. I've just begun, and I'm already stuck- I certainly have the darndest luck. I've thought and thought 'til my brain's gone numbg Maybe it's because I'm just plain dumb. My father has called me to hit the hay, When I pass in my paper, it's the devil I'll pay. But no one can say it isn't my best, And after all, I gotta have rest, There'll be many a trial as life's road I roam- But the hardest of all is writing a poem. Donald Vayo '47 HOUSEWORK I hate to Hll the oil jug, I hate to sweep the floor, I hate to do the dishes, And dusting is a bore. I don't like washing wood work And ironing makes me tired, And if I were a house maid, I suppose I'd just get fired. I despise the vacuum cleaner, I say, I'll do no chores! But when HE calls, says mother, AfAfA-huh, no out of doors! V Barbara Dufresne '47 OUR DOG One day last summer my sister came home From delivering the Sunday papers, With a little black dog who made us all laugh When he started in cutting up capers. He followed my sister upstairs and down, And he stayed right close by her heels, And when she went out and left him be' hind, He whined the most plaintive appeals. He's just a small dog with a woebegone face And a handicap, sad as can be- He can't wag his tail as other dogs do, There's no tail where his tail ought to be! Robert Dinnigan '47