Essex Agricultural and Technical Institute - Aggie / Maple Yearbook (Hathorne, MA)

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We, the class of 1957, being of sound mind and health do hereby state our last will and testament, and bequeath the following to our teachers and fellow students. To Director Mostrom we bequeath our appreciation for his help, counsel and hard work in making our days at Essex Aggie very enjoyable. To Mr. Gallant we leave a bottle of aspirin for the many headaches we’ve caused him. To all instructors we leave our thanks for the help they gave us in all our subjects and our apologies for the many times we were unbearably impossible. Charles Amerio gives his old snapjack shoes to Eugene Morse. Thomas Bentley finds too much weight a burden, so he is unselfishly willing James Root all he wants. Peter Bonin leaves to Wayne Brooks and Rafe Blood his ability to get behind on his weekly reports. Ronald Brazas conveys to Richard Hathaway his well groomed crew-cut. Edwin Bridge donates his dancing shoes to Peter Dow. Thomas Briggs and William Wood pass to Mark McManus their book on ‘One Hundred and. One Ways to Dodge Homework’’. Thomas Colton leaves Jeannie to James McGowan. Andre Darisse bestows his shyness on Robert Hiltz. Robert DesRoches leaves his quiet disposition to Chester Pszenny. He needs it. Alfred Doucette assigns his job as President of the F.F.A. to anyone who thinks he can handle it. Richard Ellis bequeaths what brains he has left to Philip Gagnon. Albert Gates leaves his ability to skip classes and go for coffee to Edward McIntyre. David Hall gives his ability to be scholastically inclined to Robert Michaud. Allen Hancock hands down to Danny Gillis his book on ‘How to Avoid Traffic Cops’’ in hopes that he uses it correctly. William Hull leaves all his books with the answers in them to anyone who could use them. Betty Jackman leaves her Guernseys to the school so they’ll have some good cows. Paul Johnson wills his car to any Aggie boy who wants it. Richard Kawadler bestows his crutches to the future football team. Paul Kelly lends his baby face to Don Wright. Thomas Krajewski leaves his wise remarks to Robert Rollins. Jerry Lauzon wills his job as President of the Senior Class to George Jones. John MacDonald bequeaths his football equipment to Norman Wellington. Carry on, boy! Karl iagnuson leaves his late slips to Lee Gifford Charles Mahar leaves his best wishes to anybody who wants to try and get more A’s than he did. George Henderson wills his comb to Mr. Blaisdell. John McCarthy passes on his ability to play foot- ball to Stanley Searles. George McKie endows his grain machine to John Short. Richard McManus bestows his friendly disposition to Dan Conery. Kenneth Mead hopes someone will take over the height department next year. Peter Muller and Dave Snell want to leave their red hair to anybody. Norman Nault bequeaths Tom Dolan and Jerry Jordan his safe driving and racing skill. Ted Pikul leaves his all around ability to play sports to James Libbey. Donald Savory leaves his desire to have no hair cuts to Jeff Martin. Arnold Spicer bequeaths the money he didn’t get on his accident to Bill Hackett. Robert Stevenson donates his build to Bruce Wade. Charles Varney leaves his curly hair to Dave McCarthy. Connie Welenc hands down to Sandy Hibbard her book on ‘tHow to Get Along with Boys’’, hoping she will get as much use from it as she did.

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HOMEMAKING SCHOOL It certainly felt good tobe back after eighteen years in the Orient. As I strolled around the L the waiting room of the Danvers A Municipal Airport, I began to S think about the good old days S at Essex Aggie. Suddenly I realized that more than anything 0 else I wanted to see my class- mates and the old familiar Homes ig making School again. if Noticing a cab parked out- ik side, I walked over and tapped C the sleeping driver on the shoulder. To my great surprise, I found that I had awakened a woman taxi driver and none other than Virginia Lord from our class of ’57. After we had both regained our composure, I asked her how she happened to start driving taxies. She saidthat she always enjoyed driving so had decided to earn her living that way. Ginny’’ told me that I had just missed Mary Burgess. It seems that she had joined the Marines after leaving school and liked it so well she had decided to make it her career. She had just been home on a ten-day leave and had left early that morning by plane to go back to camp. ‘ Ginny’’ had a passenger and had to leave, so I strolled back into the waiting room and bought a copy of the Danvers Herald from the newstand. It seemed good to sit back and relax after my trip, but suddenly the news I read brought me up with a start. There in big headlines I read that Sandra Starrett was running for governor of the state, the first woman to aspire to that office. Apparently she had done so well in politics that she was considered to have a good chance of winning the election. After reading that news, I turned the page and saw a column headed ‘‘Tips for Homemakers’’ by Barbara Williams. Apparently it was a regular feature inthe paper. NextI spotted an advertisement ‘Interior Decorating Service - Satisfaction guaran- teed - Sandra Viles.’’ Well, I thought, my class- mates are surely doing all right for themselves. Surprises and surprises! The comic strip was drawn by none other than Pat Clow. How I would like to see those girls! I began to long so much to see someone I knew that I decided to take a taxi in to the city. I found Danvers had grown so much that it was no longer a town. I got out at Danvers Square and started to browse around. Suddenly I heard my name called and who should it be but Lorraine Feilteau. It was so good to see her and hear the old familiar, ‘‘For gosh sakes, where did you come from?’’ She looked just the same as she did at school. Will I ever forget how she used to keep us laughing when we should have been doing our work! We had so much to talk about, Lorraine suggested that there was a good tea room near by where we could have lunch and get caught up with the news. She also said that I’d see someone else at the tea room whom I’d want to meet again. I didn’t need any urging, so off we went together. On our way Lorraine told me that she had gone to a trade school for two years and taken lessons in dressmaking. After getting her experience in different shops she had opened a tailoring business of her own. As we walked along I noticed a sign on a house reading ‘Cynthia French - Baby Sitting Agency’’. That name sounded familiar! What nice work for Cynthia to do, I thought! I remembered well her love for babies and small children. By this time we arrived at the tea room, and who do you suppose I found was running it? None other than Chris Fowler. The sign on the door read Chrisy’s Tea Room’’. We went in and I wondered if Chris wouldrecognize me. She came in expecting to show some stranger to a seat, but when she saw us she was completely surprised. She told us that we must see Carol Alaskiewicz who came there regularly for lunch and was eating at one of the tables. There Carol was smiling and waving to us. She had recognized us before we saw her. We went over and sat with her at the table. It was such fun seeing so many old friends in the same day, and we chatted as fast as we could. Carol said that she had graduated from the North Shore Babies’ Hospital training school and then had gone to the Children’s Hospital in Boston so that she could get her R.N. Then she had gone to Montana on her first case and had stayed there until about three weeks ago when she had returned to work in the hospital in Danvers. She was glad to be home again. The girls wanted to know whether I had heard from any of our classmates. I told them that I had seen Linda Trembley when I was on a business trip in Florida. She had furthered her education for five years before settling down to a home of her own. When I saw her she appeared very happy and had five of the cutest children I had ever seen. I also told them that Anne Gates and I were planning to open a home in Danvers to care for un- derprivileged children. My husband’s business had taken us to the Orient, but after his death I found myself needing a new interest. Anne’s two children were pretty well grown now and the home surely needed two to manage it, so we had decided to work together again. As a clock struck.near by I suddenly realized how late it was getting and regretfully had to bring our meeting to aclose. What a wonderful day I had hearing about all my old friends! (nhac, gle Siecle Pr crgure Tir tare

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CLASS PROPHECY I am Foudinithe Great. Today I am pleased to foretell the future of the class of 1957. As I look into my crystal ball, the years roll by and finally the numbers 1982 come through clearly. There is aroom with many men. On the door isa sign ‘ Teachers Only’’. The subject for discussion is Should we have a ten o’clock coffee break?’’ Tom Krajewski and Don Savory, heads of the poultry and the horticulture departments respectively, are very much in favor. Charlie Mahar, diary head man, is holding out for a milk break. Alden Carter, Edu- cational Manager, thinks the time should be used for a study period. The picture fades before a definite solution to the problem is found. Here is another picture. Many people are in a hall and a man is pounding with a hammer. No, it isa gavel. In the background is a banner, Massachusetts Dairy Association. As the picture comes into focus, the bald-headed man pounding the gavel leans heavily on his crutches. President John McCarthy, employed at the artificial insemination farm in Shewsbury, is calling for order. The gal taking notes is Secretary Betty Jackman, who operates Mumpsy’s Guernsey Farm. Seated inthe hall are John MacDonald, foreman for Hoods, and Pete Bonin who is herdsman at the State Hospital. They are shooting the breeze with Bob DesRoches and Dick Ellis, co-owners of the Des Ellis Milk Co. The speaker for the day is Fred Kilmartin of U.S.D.A. fame. His topic, ‘SHow to make cows produce chocolate flavored milk’’, is extremely interesting. Incidentally, Fred, a heavy stockholder in the Burshey Chocolate Co., advises feeding choco- late to the cows. Here comes another picture, a very familiar scene of the campus at the University of Massachusetts. A group of the big brass, the V.I.P’s, are getting to- gether. Secretary of Agriculture Gerry Lauzon, Attorney General Tom Briggs and former All American and present Head Football Coach Ted Pikul are reminiscing with Professors Bill Hull and Arnold Spicer who head the dairy and hatchery departments at the U. of M. Gerry brings regards to the gang from the President of the United States, Al Doucette, who is very busy playing golf. Gerry also brought news of General Richard F. McManus of the Marines and Rear Admiral Robert G. Stevenson. Dick made a name for himself by making it mandatory for every Marine Faces and places revolve. Ah! I see Essex Aggie. to eat chicken every Sunday. Bob’s fame came from his order that the Waves would fight all future wars. He argued that no man ever won an argument with a woman so let’s use the first team, Bill Hull mentioned that Chuck Amerio and Georgie Podgie Henderson were working at the Experimental Station. Arnold brought up the news that Pete Muller had just been named president of Wirthmore Feed and the new prexy immediately named Paul Johnson as head salesman. Ted Pikul said he had seen Pete Tiger’’? Foulkes playing goalie forthe Bruins in Boston. He also bumped into Tom Colton at the game. Tom manages Doc Eastwood’s farm in Danvers spe- cializing in goats’ milk. The next picture begins as a sign, The Night Owl. As the picture develops I see a night club and behind the cash register sits curly locks, Ken Mead. The food cannot be too good for Ken still looks as though a good breeze would blow him over. Through the double doorway, made special for them, come Tom Bentley and Karl Magnuson, owners of a greenhouse and landscape business. Ken gives them the glad hand and leads them to the tables reserved for the gang. Already there are Dave Snell, florist from Haverhill, George McKie, DuPont’s head scientist, Norm Nault and Ron Brazas, boss mechanics at Vernon’s Tractor and Farm Implement Co. Of course, the queen at the table is Connie Welenc who is making a pretty penny from her chainof greenhouses scattered along the coast from Boston to Portland. Ed Bridge, manager of Connie’s Portland branch, could not make the reunion because of the press of business. Al Gates comes in late and whispers to Connie, ‘We made five C’s today in the Winthrop store. Dick Kawadler was elected Mayor of the city and every- one was sending a basket to the new chief exec.”’ Al is very interested in Connie’s business for they file a joint income tax return. This time I see trees. Ronny Parsons, the boss forest ranger at Parker State Forest, is climbing one and Paul Kelley is climbing another. Paul’s tree is a new variety of strawberry tree which he, as head of the Aggie fruit department, had to invent because it was too dfficult to kneel. Another picture comes through to me. Five men are sitting on stools at a diner. These men have joined forces and now operate the largest florist and landscape service in the county. Billy Wood, Dave Hall, Charlie Varney, Al Hancock and Andy Darisse are celebrating their merger in a very familiar way -- morning coffee. The story of the class of ’57 begins and ends on the same note -- morning coffee. Maybe this is a good omen for the future. Remember -- the crystal ball never fails. Foudini the Great