Foxboro High School - Red Fox Yearbook (Foxboro, MA)

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614 s foam By CAROL BRITTON Over the threshold of this life we go, With heads held high and hearts aglow, Ready to help where we can and may, To make our world better day by day. The time has come when we must bid farewell To friends and classmates, loved so well, As life's journey takes each on our separate way Out to new horizons where our futures may lay. Now as we gather together before we depart There is a small prayer in each and every heart, A prayer to God with whom we abide, To be our leader, our helper, and our guide. 611155 Ofhcers President ,,,,,o,,,. ..,......... D ANIEL GOMES Vice President .-..,. ...... R OBERT DE VAUTOUR Secretary --..,,.,,,, .,,,,.,.,,....,--.....,.-., ....... A N NA SYLVIA Treasurer ....... ..c.,..,.....,................,..,.... J OHN DAVIS CLASS COLORS Maroon and Silver CLASS MOTTO What we are to be, we are now becomingf' di

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611155 Prophecy By RosE JoDicE After spending ten years in Italy, running my own spaghetti and pizza res- taurant, I immediately flew home upon receiving word that my old U. S. History teacher was finally being married, and I was invited to attend the wedding. I stopped off at my house first, to see how things were. After spending a few hours at home, I decided to take a walk up to Foxboro, and catch up on the doings of my classmates before going to the wedding. As I was walking up the street, I heard a lot of commotion in the woods. To satisfy my curiosity I looked in, and who else did I see but Gypsy Marcia Foster dancing to I Got Bells On My Toes And Rings On My Fingers, with Norman RebeI Allen as the sole audience. Deciding I didn't want to disturb them, I continued my walk up town, and I saw John Engley coming down the street and I observed that he is now a gentleman farmer. All he raises is his hat. We stopped and talked for awhile, and he told me some news about some of my classmates. He tells me that John Cook, and Alan Kivela have started their own beer joint. They now have taken over Nellie's Cafe. Ronny Foster is a comedian. He recently invented a machine into which he puts stale iokes and the result is that they come out new and snappy. Charles Groome is New York's Beau Brumbmel. He is said to rise at 7 A.M. and has written a book entitled The Man About Town. Joe I'm not that type Brigham has established his own dancing school special- izing in the Hot To Trot, Ready To Gallop iitterbug. His only pupil thus far is Barbara l'm still wearing buckles on my shoes Guildford. Elaine LeBaron has been elected National President of the International Ailuro- phile Society. Her pet cat, Blossom, has iust recently retired from the office of membership chairman of the local branch. Doret Newell is the president of the Aching Hearts Club and her staunch members are Phyllis Julius and Catherine McKay. The A.H.C. is for maidens disappointed in love. Their motto is Down With Men. Alice Murphy is now a telephone operator. She simply adores her iob. She can now finish her latest book, Who's Who, and What's New in Foxboro. Well John was in a hurry to tend to his work, so I bade him goodbye and started once more up to Foxboro. My next stop was at the Bay State Drug, where all the gang used to hang out. I spotted Marlene Dolan in there, so I decided I would go in and see how she was. To my surprise I saw her giving three little red-heads cokes, while keeping an eye on a certain big red-headed officer directing traffic outside the Bay State. She was quite surprised to see me, and we sat and talked for awhile. She told me quite a bit about some of my old friends.