Lawrence High School - Lawrencian Yearbook (Falmouth, MA)

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22 THE LAWRENCIAN Class Will of 1939 Mary Cobb — Phyllis Studley — Jean Morrison B E IT REMEMBERED that we, the Class of 1939, of the Lawrence High School of Falmouth, in the Commonwealth of Massa- chusetts, being of sound mind and memory, but knowing the uncertainty of this life, do make this our Last Will and Testament. After the payment of our just debts and Commencement charges, we bequeath the resi- due of the treasury to the junior class and advise that they be more prompt in paying class dues than we were. To the student body as a whole, the Class of 1939 wills all the traditions of Lawrence High School, to treasure and keep untarnished. To Simmons, Mixer, Hatch, and Barry of the Class of 1940, Joe Spooner and Ralph Long leave their ability to stir up trouble without getting mixed up in it. To Muriel Gediman is willed Eleanor Irish’s outstanding literary ability, with the provision that Miss Gediman promise to do as well as Eleanor. Virginia Hall and Elwood Mills bequeath their athletic prowess to Connie DeMello and Jimmie Wright, respectively. Frannie Cahoon leaves her large wardrobe, in trust, to her sister, Becky”. Ted Economides leaves his romantic and playful spirit to anyone who cares to be burdened with it. Betsey and Phyllis Studley entrust their highly prized sisterly love” to Polly and Marion Lord, and their interest in the laundry business to anyone who is interested. Art Robichaud refuses to leave anything. All he wants is to leave. Johnny Corey leaves his dimples to Lester Crane. If they don ' t become you, Lester, you can always transfer them to your elbows. Casanova” Cassidy leaves his role to Wesley Bourne. Harry Richardson, the blushing rose”, leaves a box of powder to Dick Barry to cover Dicks’ blushes. He’s little, he’s wise, He’s a terror for his size.” Buddy Miskell leaves this poem to Lanky” Soule. John Tait leaves his ability to sleep any where at any time to those who go to Wash- ington next Spring. Phyllis Studley, Sweet Varsity Sue”, leaves her college boyfriends to Melvina Crosby. Re- member, Melvina, the larger the collection the more stamps you have to buy. Big hearted Alis Parker leaves ten pounds to Nancy Baker. It’s all right to take it, Nancy, Alis can spare it. Anita LaBonte leaves the care of Junior to anyone who will take the job, but remember, when she’s home, hands off! Mr. Marshall, our beloved principal, who followed us over from Junior High School we have to leave behind, because he can no longer keep up with us! We, the girls who went to Washington, hereby bequeath to Miss Allen’s department, our acquired accents (Southern, Brooklyn, an.l Harvard ) . George Joe Duck” Stevenson, the sheik ( ? ) of the class, leaves that scram” look to those many Junior boys who are bothered by the girls. Jean Morrison, that generous girl, leaves angora wool all over the place, and to anyone to whom it has become attached. Mary Ferreira leaves her speaking ability and finger nails to Lila Haram, providing Lila can remember the points. (Both of speech and fingernails). Deda” Judd leaves her tube of lipstick to Connie DeMello. Don’t forget to use it, Con- nie. You 11 be a big, grown-up Senior next year! Mary Cobb leaves her role as a conversa- tionalist to Charlotte McKenzie. You’re doing a good job, Shrimp”, but you will have to go some to beat Mary! Virginia Hall leaves the paper she didn’t use to write to Worcester during 5th periods to the History Classes because they will need it and more too! Barbara Berg, Bernard ine Sabens, and Muriel Robertson bequeath their privilege to hold hands after school to those young hopefuls who linger in the main room at the close of the day seeking a few precious moments to- gether. However, don’t take advantage of this privilege. The woolen scarf and overcoat, worn by Elmer Sylvia to Washington, is bequeathed to Everett Dunham. Don’t catch cold, Everett! In testimony whereof we hereunto set our hands and in the presence of three witnesses declare this to be our last will this thirteenth day of June in the year one thousand nine hundred and thirty-nine. Witnesses: Flat Foot Floogie F. D. R. Jones Little Sir Echo

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THE LAWRENCIAN 21 Graduation Program JUNE 13, 1939. Coronation March Meyerbeer Invocation Rev. Ralph H. Long Welcome Ralph H. Long, Jr., President Violin Solo — Kreisler’s Liebesfreud Annetta M. Hubbard Debate Honor Students Resolved: That Public Utilities Be Owned and Controlled by the Government. Chairman — Theodore O. Economides Affirmative Lawrence C. Antonellis, Jr. George B. Stevenson Ralph H. Long, Jr. Piano Solo — Liszt’s Liebestraum Class Favors Violin Solo — Beethoven ' s Romance Class Prophecy Senior Chorus — Bueno ' s Nightfall in Presentation Of Class Gift To Th L. H. S. Hymn Of Loyalty Negative Joseph B. Miskell, Jr. Anne L. McKenzie Joseph W. Spooner Charlotte E. Hubbard Betsey R. Studley, George F. Cassick Kathleen H. Vallis Mar)’ Q. Cobb, Harr) ' C. Richardson Granada E SCHOOL Anthony Vidal Davis- Walch Announcement Of Commencement Awards By The Principal Russell B. Marshall Presentation Of Diplomas By The Superintendent Of Schools Paul Dillingham CLASS Ode Anita H. LaBonte Class of 1939 Class Farewell Ralph H. Long, Jr., President Benediction Rev. Leslie F. Wallace Loyalty Honor Service

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THE LAWRENCIAN 23 Class Prophecy Girls — Harry Richardson — Boys — Alary Cobb I FELL into a deep, deep slumber, after a strenuous game of golf, And in my dream of years to come were some events that made me laugh. First I drove into Radio City, one Barbara Berg to observe. She was playing Bob’s bazooka”, and she had f lenty of nerve. While walking down 5th Avenue, I met our Mary Cobb. She said she ran a racket and ruled a wicked mob. For ten pennies I went to the Opera; there our meek Annie Hart to find Singing Jazz o’er a grand, stately mountain and sounding just like wind. And then I went to the Y. W. C. A. to watch Virginia Hall Take on all comers in Tiddly-winks, to no ad- vantage at all. Twas after all a mighty shame, for Bernardine Sabens won that game When Winifred W eeks, a bit inane, had yelled out loud, her Johnnie’s name. I met Miss Muriel Robertson, who ' d gotten very plump, She told me that she’d got that way from living at the dump. Inside a beauty parlor I did see a gray -haired lady, Mildred Green , As manicurist, not too keen, and she really was, oh, far too lean. I did not find her in a park, but in the New York Zoo, Lois Robinson, training seals to do the famous Suzie-Q. Twas in a Harlem nightclub, where finally we all met Phyllis Studley, quite the lady, teaching boys just how to pet. After miles of weary travel, I did not feel too merry, And left New York to see the world, in the Lillian Mott a Ferry. While this appeared strange to me, a stewardess on this line to see, Yet Pauline Roderiques, it seemed, was really the best that there could be. Now just to hear Neota Peters trying hard to dance and sing Was just a joy, when she turned The Marseillaise’’ right into swing. In the Barnum and Bailey Circus and really twice her size, Was Gertrude Crocker as the belle; can you picture my surprise? Can you imagine as a maid in any circus show, Eetty Hulten juggling in an act, two barrels of rinso”? At Central Park, just after dark and sitting on a bench, I found poor little Sarah Franco, reading poetry, in French. On a farm right in New York, was tiny Adwilda Judd, Researching for science, Why cows still chew their cud”. Twas Margaret Medeiros who finally reached great fame, By marrying her French Count, merely for his name. At the World ' s Fair in Woods Hole, Mass., atop a perisphere, Stood Lillian Ficus, drawing eyes from far and near. Alis Parker donned her veils, to do a Sallv Rand, And Angelina Veiga then produced her famous band. To my surprise I found Kathleen Vallis At the World’s Fair, advertising Vitalis”. The Girl Scouts had an outing there, and were very proudly led, By Councillor Fernandes. Julia, I should have said. I watched the many guides, parading in the sun, But none looked smarter there than Olive Peterson. My very next encounter was with graceful Charlotte Hubbard, Who was tuning pianos, making quite a hubbub. And in an old, old cottage, built deep out in the wood, I met Annetta Hubbard playing Little Red Riding Hood”. On the silvery sands of Falmouth Beach, I met Virginia Wilde, Modeling bathing suits, while the summer bugs” went wild. And well-dressed as a gypsy, at our annual lawn-fete,