East Greenwich High School - Crimson Yearbook (East Greenwich, RI)

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We had our school picnic at Goddard Park. That sunny, fun filled day left its mark Later, to Scarborough beach our class went. With swimming and eating our time was soon spent. We started our Junior Year with loads of ambition. To choose class officers was the important mission. John, Judy, and Janet remained in demand While Steve Chipman was made second in command Our finances needed a boost, we knew, But we all had the question, What can we do? To everyone, selling school pens seemed fine. In this project our class really did shine. Our Junior Promenade had stars as its theme, Which proved to be an effective scheme. Music by the King's, as always, was great, This would surely be a memorable date. Summer days were soon over and past. Again we entered school, this year, our last. Work on our Crimson was soon to begin, We hoped that honors, our yearbook would win. We still had to choose class officers, yet. Carol VanOlinda, as treasurer, was our best bet. Doug Harding for Vice President took all our votes, John was still President, Judy again took the notes. At the football games, concessions we sold Although our hands were numb from the cold. Our Christmas Hop was welcomed by all As everyone danced and had a ball. The lovely weather that came in May Was welcomed by all on Ivy Day. On Moving-Up -Day awards were won And yearbooks distributed to everyone. The eve of our banquet was drawing nigh. We all knew we'd soon be saying good -bye. The end of our journey came without regret, For our years at E.G. we would never forget. Our high school diplomas were nearly won. Our days in school would soon be done. Into the wide world with tears in our eyes, We looked to the future with nostalgic sighs. Ann Casavant Janet Slack

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CLASS HISTCRY In the fall of '54 we came. To graduate was our one aim. lt would mean a lot of work at best, But we were ready to meet the test. We didn't know what was in store Until we faced our election chore. Bobby Waldeck presided that year With Douglas Harding remaining near. To Katy LeBeau our money went While in our ptuses we felt a dent, Carol VanOlinda our notes did takeg A very good secretary she would make, We called our dance the April Showers. The gym was trimmed with beautiful flowers. With the Eighth Grade Promotion out of the way Our cares of school soon flew away. Very quickly the summer passed. Back this year for our Freshman Class. For John Cragan, President, our votes did pour, With Douglas Harding Vice President once more. Jerry Thompson, as secretary, we chose Janet Johnson as treasurer we wouldn't oppose. Our Harvest Hop was loads of fun, And that school year was over and done. As sophomores we were on the beam. Our new school was really like a dream. John, Douglas, and Janet were elected again While Judy Essex took paper and pen. Our football team no one could stop. As co -champions we found ourselves at the top. The joyful crowd in the stands did cheerg Their vibrant voices rang loud and clear. Our Sweetheart Dance wasn't a financial success: Everyone had a pleasant time, nevertheless. As queen, Judy Essex the grand march led, The decorations were hearts of blue, white and red Our treasury was in dire need, But we didn't have a project: sad, indeed! At the end of the year for our rings we were measured They would always be remembered and treasured

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CLASS WILL OF 1959 We, the Class of 1959, do hereby declare this to be our last will and testament. To Mr. Andersen we leave an automatic sawdust eater to help in cleaning his shop. To Mrs. Barker we leave a pair of furry dice for her car. If the heater should fail, Mrs. Barker, they make good earmuffs, To Mr. Brackley we leave a student principal to take care of those problem children in the office. To Miss Butler we leave a new, spacious, well-heated storeroom - the boiler room, maybe? To Miss Byrnes we leave a group of willing models for period I class. To Mr. Carcieri we leave a book of prepared speeches for pep assemblies. To Mr. Cieboter we leave a whole wardrobe with one hundred different shades of green. We understand this is his favorite color. To Mis. Curtis we leave a pair of woolen snuggies to keep her warm on those cold winter mornings. To Mr. Ferri we leave a school of happy students who will be satisfied with their schedules. To Mrs. Hammond we leave a school without eighth grades. To Mrs. Harley we leave a pair of ear plugs for those noisy trips to the football games. To Mr. Harley we leave a check for one million dollars to keep his athletic association out of debt. To Mrs. Hunter we leave a book entitled One Hundred Ideas for Bulletin Board Decorations. To Mr, Iannazzi we leave a deed to his parking place. We think he has squatter s rights by now. To Mrs. Long we leave Mr, Iannazzi as a grade A bona fide babysitter. To Mrs. Morris we leave a bottle of VanEddy's Little Tranquilizer to help her through the glee club sessions. To Mr. Morris we leave sympathy for having to teach math to the eighth grade. To Mr. Regini we leave a giant sized tie clasp to keep that tie under control. To Mrs. Roderick we leave two tickets for a Caribbean cruise. So you won't be bored, Mrs. Roderick, we also leave you five Mickey Spilane murder stories. To Mr. Romano we leave the football team ro provide enough boys for the dra- matic club plays. To Mr. Sullivan we leave the refreshment concession as a boost for his Junior Class treasury,