Lawrence High School - Lawrencian Yearbook (Falmouth, MA)

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Lawrence High School Caroline Gomes in shorthand and typing Could make her fingers go like lightening, But now she toe dances as she goes And instead of her fingers uses her toes. In Jimmy Wynne we had what’s rare, A gentle boy with blazing hair. He’s a sailor now on t he bounding Main, But when ashore, he raises Cain. There was a maiden, short and sitout. Her name was hard to spell all out. Yes, Mary Fernandes is the one — She’s making the famous Fernandes gum. Elmer Fuller, Gumpy for short, Is now a fish warden, believe it or not. Of tennis once he was very fond, Now that’s forgotten — he’s guard- ing a “Pond”. When Julia Parker went out West To Hollywood, she was a pest Until she played as she knew best, And then, oh boy! Good-bye Mae West. An outstanding athlete was Donald Ellery. He also was bright in everything generally. But now he’s a dealer in ice and fish — Cynthia, did you have a hand in this? Connie Bourne was a sprightly Miss Whom all the boys would have liked to kiss, But Connie’s heart too long did roam — Her address is now an old maids’ home. We welcomed handy Dick Cardoza Who rangs the bells when class was over. Now when he rings he starts up moans For Dick’s a salesman canvassing homes. Of Jimmy Costa it’s hard to say How many could guess where he is today. He went to the south seas to dive for pearls, And is making a hit with the native girls. You’ve seen the changes time has wrought In that audacious, silly lot. Where they’ll be later I cannot tell, But wherever they are, I wish them well. Beatrice Jane Douthart. CLASS GIFTS TO THE BOYS The first name I have is Roger Savery. For a while this year Roger was a “Hastay” man, but when he went to the hospital he lost his speed. To see if you can catch up with what you lost, Roger I present you with this little car. Donald Abbott is our little, but cur mighty, man. Donald so that your brawn can catch up with your brain I want you to take a lesson from Popeye, and accept this can of spinach. We have a boy in our class who is a very colorless sort of a person. Jimmy Wynne, please come up here. Jimmy, to make you a little more colorful, for a change, I present you with this box of rouge.

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Lawrence High School Our president, Don Ellery, has been seen down in Woods Hole quite frequently this winter. Do you go down to look over the fish situation Don? This gift I have for you isn’t made by a well-known fish dealer, but it might remind you of pleasant things. Here is a can of sardines. Next is our golf enthusiast, James Costa. Jimmy, here is a little pres- ent for you. The thing all good golf- ers start off on. (A package of tea.) Oliver Swain, will you step up, please? Oliver is going to be a florist and make bigger and better flowers. All right, Oliver, see what you can do with this flour. Monroe Joseph wants to be a nurse. Monroe, that you may have a spare in case of loss, I present you with this thermometer. For Warren Landers I have some- thing that will be amusement for hours to come. Warren made very realistic cow noises in English class which drive us nearly to insanity. To get an example of how you should behave, imitate this mute ccw. We should be presenting a gold medal to Ernest Cardeiro tonight. He has been in a class in which he is the only boy for two years, and he still has iron clad nerves. To prevent you from losing them, Ernest, here is a can of Postum. To Richard Cardoze I am going to present a gift which will enable him to keep his school-girl com- plexion. A bar of Palmolive. Our class is full of brawny brutes. Thure Blomberg is one of them. As we would hate to see you waste your time as a Flat-foot, Thure, please take this pair of arch supporters. Elmer Fuller, will you please step forward. Elmer doesn’t cue a lot about smiling. If you ever do feel inclined to smile, to avoid any cracking, rub in a little of this Pond’s Cold Cream. Joseph Silvia seems a little tired these days. Maybe it’s the cigar- ettes he’s smoking. Here Joseph, get a lift with a Camel. Bob Dufur, I’m going to pick on you next. After considering the situation from every angle, I have decided that you have a flaw. No curls. To make a complete job of it as a “drug store cowboy’’ here is a curling iron. Next is cur little bey with high aspirations, Jimmy Ccbb. Jimmy, I have heard that you want to be a psychiatrist. To aid you in probing deeper into the minds of your sub- jects, please take this little knife. And last and almost least, Mr. Bob Fgeland. Bob is a vsrv pol- ished young gentleman. Bob, to prevent you from tarnishing before you have a chance to crash the 400, keep this handy. A can of shellac. T . . „ Julia Crosby Parker. GIFTS TO THE GIRLS Boy! How I hate to do this! Miss Anna Douthart, I’m going to pick on you first. Anna, when in singing, you reach high “c”, it sounds like a police siren. We give you this siren, to keep your sharps from getting flat. Speaking of sirens, Miss Connie Bourne is the class siren. Miss Bourne wants to be a nurse, so we give you a bottle of smelling salts. I suggest that you might use them to wake up a certain young L. H. S. graduate. Miss Bertha Jenkins, please step forward. Bertha you’re always but- ting into everything. So that you