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

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Through the generosity of Maurice Lynch, Malcolm Estell is left the front seat in Mr. Rohrbach’s truck. Dave McCarthy’s quiet ways are left to the entire sophomore class. Edward Murray is giving the wrestling mats to anyone in a fighting mood. Ron Richiuts is leaving his well used technique of skipping school to Bob Kwiathowski. Russell Robinson is leaving his football helmet to Larry Coyle. Dick Rollins is leaving his late pass to class to the most deserving junior. Jim Root is leaving half of his Confederate money to the junior class. He said to hang on to it for the South will rise again. The cowboy hat that has seen Charley Stanley through thick and thin is now the property of Norman Rand. Norman Wellington would like at this time to present sophomore John Noonan with his physical build. Think you need help carrying all that padding? The boy with the manly build, Ronny Valliere, leaves it to Karl Karra. In order that he might become a red-headed Irishman Don White leaves his flaming crop of hair to Mr. McHugh. Bruce Wade leaves his cool, calm and collected ways to Kent Martin. To Dave Dulong goes that great ability to make touchdowns, gift of Don Wright. John Zalenski leaves his IQ to George Brown. Redford Rand leaves his lovely sideburns to Jim Martin. Clifton Conley and Hugh Shannon leave their copies of the stock exchange reports to John Murphy. Jack London leaves his guitar to Ken Shields, The entire class leaves nothing but the fondest memories to the staff and faculty of dear old ESSEX.

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We, the class of 1958, believing that we are of sound mind and body, though we doubt that a competent physician would agree, do hereby leave the following advice to our beloved underclassmen: “In promulgating your esoteric cogitations or articulating your superficial sentimentalities and amicable or philosophical observations, beware of the platitudinous ponderosity. Eschew all conglomerations of fla- tulent garrulity and intelligibility and veracious veracity without bombast.” We, in further testimony, do hereby bequeath the following gifts that we feel will both improve and add to your physical as well as mental capabilities. “College Boy” Alan Benson leaves to the up-and-coming classes his handbook, “Fighting in Ten Easy Lessons”. To the next student to join the Army, Dan Conery leaves his “Navy whiffle”. To all future Aggie joy-riders goes Camille Dauteuil’s, “Tales of 114”. To all ‘midnight auto sale shoppers” go Bill Hackett’s hub caps. To make the job easier, Billy Winn will receive Barry Haynes’ pitchfork. Keep it flying boy, keep it flying! If you are gifted with double-jointed fingers, Don Bevilacqua is leaving you that celebrated finger of his. Wayne Brooks is leaving his ability to get straight A’s to those of you in need of it. Known for his safe-driving abilities, Tommy Dolan now passes them on to Harold Brown. Ernie Durfee leaves his motorcycle jacket to Mr. Cole so he can add to his collection in that special closet. Phil Gagnon is leaving his brown work shoes to Paul Bleau, so that he might change from his white bucks. If you can do the hula, then Lee Gifford will leave you his ability to do it better at football parties. Scoffa Hathaway would like to leave his attendance record to the next most deserving student. Elaine Bleau is left a pair of shoes, also. These are to be used in crossing large streams, compliments of Karl Hilse. Bob Hiltz is leaving his love for Mr. Clark to a gentleman named Eames. George Jones is leaving his quick temper along with the job of editor of the Maple to Sandra Hibbard. He says they go together. To the most deserving freshman goes Jimmy Keans’ seat in the Director’s outer office. To all loyal Army men Joe LaBonte leaves his Marine handbook on, “What is a Marine”. Don Hodgkins is leaving his front plate to a ce rtain Mr. Holbrook. Berny Jendraszek docs hereby leave his tall tales for use in Monday morning assembly, Jerry Jordan is leaving his wonderful knowledge of design to Sandra Hibbard. Take very good care of it, Sandy. Loving ways with the girls is left to Bob Scamporino, from loverboy Jim Libbey. How about that now, Brad Legere can’t think of what to leave you youngsters. The coffee guzzling Jim McGowan gives his pass to the diner to Mark Jenson. The hero of all good cowboys, Gene Morse, leaves his cowboy suit to Bill Newcomb. Sorry! You'll have to find your own horse!

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GEASS: PROP PEG It seems just the other day the class of “58” graduated on a fine spring like November day. It doesn’t seem pos- sible that we should have our class reunion so soon, but fifteen years pass swiftly. The invitations were sent out by George Jones, who recently became editor of the Eagle Tri- bune of Lawrence, Mass. Boy, that guy works fast! Just the other day most of the class read an article in the Tribune about Secretary of Agriculture, Alan Benson, our college boy. Lee Gifford, the top boss at the State Hospital now, gave me explicit orders to be sure and have plenty of food at the reunion. Some of the refresh- ments were sent from Lynn, where Brad Legere’s restaurant is located and is doing very well. Upon their arrival on the campus the boys were surprised to see the changes that have taken place, especially the new gymnasium, designed and built by the Barry Haynes Construction Company and completely landscaped by Robert Hiltz Green- house and Nursery, Inc. The first one to greet all of us was the newest member of the Metropolitan Police Force, Dan Conery, who explained later, that he got tired of the crazy motorists who were always trying to run the pedestrians into the ground. Inside the assembly hall, everything looked the same except that the “58” class emblem was missing. Camile Dauteuil, the new educational manager, was arguing with director, Joe LaBonte. It seems that Joe thought we should see the picture of his custom lined Ford which is still quite the thing. Wav over in one of the corners there arose quite a bit of commotion,and when I arrived, there was Ronny Valliere, nervous as ever, trying to control six kids. He is now a lion trainer, which calls for nerves of steel. Paul Turmel, president of the Frenchmen’s Clubs of America, and Jimmy Root, the manager of the Chicago Bears, were doing their best to keep from laughing their heads off. Bruce Wade, the newly elected Mayor of Boston, was doing his best to beat down the cost of leaflets printed by the Tribune offices for advertising the City of Boston. Dick Hathaway now handles all the money for the school, also other business affairs. He has fired all the help in the office and has hired all new girls. Over in the corner sat the slaughterhouse part- ners, Billy Hackett and Carl Hilse. They were try- ing to talk Jim McGowan, head of the dairy depart- ment, into having the bulls slaughtered, at a reason- able cost, of course, so their friend, Dick Rollins, could furnish the school with semen from his prosper- ing bull farm. All of us were there except Gene Morse and Chet Richardson. Gene was all tied up with the running of the farm in Montana, and Chet who liked Chicago so much when he was out there in “57”, has started a business of his own, stock yard, I believe it was. Ron Richuits was almost among the missing, but Russell Robinson, the owner of that mattress com- pany where Ron works, testing their sleeping quali- ties, woke him with the promise that he could work overtime if he wanted to. The flowers were fur- nished by Ed Murray and Jim Keans Florists. Noting the sheer beauty of the grounds we were all surprised to find out that they are kept up by John Zelenski and his friend Don Wright, who has become the new instructor of the Flori Building. Don Bevilacqua, the manager of the Colonial Club's golf links as well as others, kept us amused by telling of the wicked games that Wayne Brooks and Phil Gagnon played at his club every day. We all wondered what had happened to Tom Dolan and to relieve our minds Jerry Jordan let us in on a secret project being conducted by the govern- ment. It seems that the scientists are trying out one man rockets in an effort to get us out to Mars first, and they felt that Tom was the man to go. Jerry, who was down at the proving grounds cheer- ing Tom upward, has just built his fourth large greenhouse. Changes were announced by the director as to the new athletic instructors. Berny Jendraszak coaches and conducts tours, and Arthur Parker is the new coach of football and basketball. Don Hodgekins is in charge of the gym classes. Up front was Jim Libby, who was eagerly inter- viewing different ones to see if they had had any children who were old enough to work for him this summer at his growing nursery business. He could never decide who he wanted to work for him, so this year won’t make much of a difference either. To the rear of the hall was Mo Lynch, the only Ford dealer in Andover, and his Nash competitor, Donald White, who are doing their best to outsell Durfee motorcycles. Ernie is now the chief stock holder in the Harley Davidson. One of Durf’s clients was Dave McCarthy, the new arborists for the city of Beverly. The two things I'll remember most are running into John Short, who is still looking for that rich widow, and Charles Stanley, who was still running around like crazy, trying to sell that Plymouth of his. ’'m beginning to wonder a little bit if that car isn’t hot. All night there was talk about our class president, Norm Wellington, who will go for the heavyweight championship title next week. We sure wish him the best of luck. It seemed that the night drew quickly to a close and the great class of “58”, began to break up and head their separate ways to home and business. Once more the doors of Essex Aggie close behind us, the class of “58”, as we moved on for another fifteen exciting years. The Dreamer