Lawrence High School - Lawrencian Yearbook (Falmouth, MA)

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Lawrence High School booster and the knocker. The suc- cess of a nation depends upon the very qualities of team play that may win a football victory. Our nation must be held together as a team is held together, and if we as Americans can learn to play the game together as one great team, we need not fear for the future of our country. Donald Earle Ellery, Salutatorlan PRESENTATION OF CLASS GIFT TO SCHOOL On behalf of the class of 1935 I present this picture to Lawrence High School to commemorate the fact that the class graduates in the year of the one hundredth an- niversary of the founding of the Lawrence Academy. This little token which we leave to the school is very small in comparison with the knowledge and pleasure which we have derived from our associa- tion with the school. Donald Earle Ellery, President. PROPHECY It’s twenty years and I’m alive To scan the class of ’35 And see what changes time has wrought In that audacious, silly lot. New Kathryn Lawrence’s flair for art Was ’most enough to break your heart, But with all her talent and all her charms She’s tattooing cupids on sailors’ arms. Warren Landers’ bright red locks Are lying now in a six-foot box. A brilliant chemist we thought he’d be, But he failed to recognize T. N. T. Bertha Jenkins was such a talker There wasn’t one person able to mock her But, alas, now Bertha has nothing to say — She teaches the dumb with her hands all day. In high school Oliver Swain, our sheik, Picked up a new one every week, But just to show you it’s always the way — He’s the greatest old bach in Fal- mouth today. Agnest Romiza, tall and serene, Echind the bars is new to be seen. It’s not the bars of a country jail, For she’s a milk-maid with a pail. Now Donald Abbott, small and tiny, Owns a show and makes big money. Phyllis Boynton’s his bareback rider, And Monroe Joseph does stunts be- side her. A minister’s daughter, Helen Dee Is roving o’er the deep, blue sea. In navy slacks and sailor cap She’s chasing missionaries off the map. And Adelaide Hildreth — ’Tis so amazing — She’s one of the missionaries Helen’s chasing. An ambitious youth, James Cobb by name! To be a psychiatrist was his aim. But how do you think his bluff is selling? He’s pleasing the girls, their for- tunes telling. Thelma Robichaud with silver tongue

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Lawrence High School A theatrical star was bouhd to be- come. She starred in a play that ran for a month — But the crowds ran too, I have a hunch. Robert Dufur, tall and blond. Of growing flowers was quite fond. As a grow r er of flowers he’s had no luck. For he is driving the Lewis’s laun- dry truck. The next in line is Lillian Parker. By her good-natured smile we al- ways could mark her, And even now she is not sad — You can see her grin in the tooth- paste ad. Robert Egeland, Eggie fcr short, Fooled with radios quite a lot. He discovered a spark that reached the stars So he could flirt with the girls on Mars. Beatrice Emerald among the girls Was famous for giving waves and curls, But now she has the craziest no- tion — That she’s a mermaid waving the ocean. The brightest boy w:s R L. S.. But what he’s now you’d never guess. Instead of testing oils and fats, Roger Savery rakes clams on Woods Hole flats. Eetty Wells’ name we did inscribe On the honor roll tablet in ' 35. Now on boxes of tablets her full name she seals With instructions inside to take after meals. Benjamin Tobey is teaching Latin — We all surmised that this would happen. For twenty years, no more, no less. He’s been right here in L. H. S. Now Olive Peck, demure and quain t, Was always thought to be a saint; But now she juggles cocktail shakers And spends her evenings cutting capers. Joe Silvia on an ocean liner As a chef could not be finer, But sad to say, his daintiest dishes In calmest weather feed the fishes. Of Helen Fish I am in doubt As just to how she did come out; But this much about her I know well — She had her face lifted and her arches fell. They say our class was really the worst, So who would think that from it would burst A first rate poet, Thure Blomberg by name, Who wrote love lyrics that won him his fame? Anna Douthart, tall and fair, Is now a crooner on the air. Her classmates all, without a doubt When she starts singing, tune her out. Ernest Cardeiro’s ambition was high— What do you think? He wanted to fly! Now he flies through the air, but how, if you please? He’s the daring young man on the flying trapeze.