Leominster High School - Magnet Yearbook (Leominster, MA)

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Sept. 8, 1931. Sept. 1931. Sept., 1931. Jan.-Mar., 1932. Feb.-Mar.-19382. March, 1982. April, 1932. May, 1982. June, 1932. Sept. 6, 1932. Sept. 11-16, 1932. Sept. 24, 1982. Nov. 24, 1932. Deer Zn 9Sze Jan. 3, 1933. Jan. 4, 1933: JON Goes Histone of The Class oil S541 SOPHOMORES! Yowsah! Here we come, folks! The Senior Class trooped into the Senior High School with high hopes and ambitions—determined to have a successful high school career. OH! OH! Many Sophomores have found themselves lost in the building as a result of the wise directions of the upper classmen. We'll get there yet! Three cheers for the stars! (No, not Mae West, nor Clark Gable). The four Sophomore stars playing on the varsity football team are Daniel Bell, Ronald Cahill, Clifford Wilson, and Anthony Sambito. Well, youse guys and youse gals, we found success right from the beginning! We have with us two letter men on the basketball squad—Brooks and Crotch! Whoops, my dear! We almost forgot the girls; nevertheless, the class is proud of the girls who were successful “in making” the varsity basketball team: Esther Poulson, Ruth King, and Hazel Johnson. Tobesure! Tobesure! The Sophomore girls defeated the Juniors of Room 9 by ascore of 12-11, thus winning the girls’ championship of the school. In the game at the Junior High School our winning score was 389-19. I didn’t realize it, but we have a representative in the realm of rhetoric: David Lubin, who participated in the debate with Shrewsbury High School. Music, Music! Lend thine ear! The Sophomores are certainly everywhere this year, for in the sphere of music, there are eight Sophomores among the members of the orchestra. Happy days are here again! JUNIORS! Back to L. H. S. decked in our summer tans, eager to start another year! We walk around, looking disdainfully at the poor ‘‘SSophs” who are always getting lost in this BIG building! With Ronny Cahill, Cliff Wilson, and Danny Bell as letter men, we start our football season by playing Cambridge Latin and winning over them 18-0. Ready Leominster! Ready Fitchburg! We climax a victorious season by rolling up the impressive score of 25 to our rival’s 0! The boys who did much toward making this season so successful are Ronny Cahill, Danny Bell, Clifford Wilson, John Paul, Larry Brooks, Lloyd Boutilier, Ernest Crotch, Donald Gardner, Lawrence Mahan, Winthrop Mayo, Ninus Papaz, George Reed, John Sheehan, and Robert Ward. We see our football heroes across the footlights for the first time. Are their faces red? No—white! Westart our campaign for the election of class officers. Get out your soap box and water pitcher! How many times have you written 1932?? We proudly announce the results of the class election: President: Daniel Bell. Vice-President: Agnes Firmin. Secretary: Robert Ward. Treasurer: Barbara Macdonald. Our class advisors are Miss Lilian Dole and Mr. John Rogers. 26

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Robert Ward ““Bob”’ Scientific Northeastern “Science is, I believe, nothing but trained and organized common sense.” Football 2; Interclass Basket- ball 2; Class Sec retary 3; Chair- man of Publicity 3; Football 3; Interclass Basketball 3; Football 4; Ticket Committee 4; Inter- class Basketball 4; Home Room Chairman 4. Dorothy Wheeler IWOL” Classical Undecided “Be wise today; ’tis madness to defer.” Basketball 2, 3, 4; Ticket Committee Junior Prom 3; Pro- gram Committee Senior Prom 4. John White Commercial Business College “The world knows nothing of its greatest men.” Assistant Manager Basketball Team 3; Manager Basketball Team 4. Raymond White Normal Nome Aviation ““He is great enough that is his own master.’’ Aviation Club 2; Art Club 4; Senior Prom Committee 4. 25 Charles Whitney Normal Work “For every why he has a wherefore.” Clifford Wilson “Hack” College Worcester Academy “Believe one who speaks from experience.” Football 2, 3, 4; Basketball 4; Track 2, 4; Junior Prom Com- mittee 3; Class Secretary 4; Baseball 8, 4. Louise Wittman “Flash” Commercial Undecided “T find life not gray, but rosy.” Dramatic Club 2; Usher at Thanksgiving Game 4. Eleanor Worthen Co ee Commercial Work “The daintiest last to make the end more sweet.’’ Basketball 4.

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Feb. 10, 1933. Mar, 1, 1933. April 13, 1933. April, 5, 1933. Apr. 26, 1933. June ,1933. Sept. 6, 1933. Sept., 1933. Oct., 1933. Nov. 18, 1933. Nov. 30, 1933. Dec. 22, 1933. Jan. 3, 1934. Jan. 19, 1934. Jan.-Mar., 1934. May 11, 1934. June 1, 1934. June 15, 1984. June 20, 1934. June 22, 1934. Under the guidance of our class advisors, we conduct our first prom amid green and white hearts. Was it a success? Don’t ask foolish questions! We come to the end of a very successful basket-ball season, having lost only twice, both times to Fitchburg. We enter the tournament at Whitinsville, but after winning twice, we bow to Northbridge in the finals. Junior letter men on the squad are Ernest Crotch and Lawrence Brooks. Many Juniors co-operate in making “Variety,’’ which is presented at the Junior High, a success. We vote for our class rings. We choose our class motto which is ESSE QUAM VIDERI—(to be rather than to seem—to you!). And by the way—did you see all those Juniors trying to wash paint off the building? Was I regusted! And How! SENIORS Well, here we are back again. This year we’re the “Big-Shots”’ of this joint. We take orders from nobody. (This doesn’t mean the teachers—nozir.) The old pigskin is taking a beating from all the lads. The team has looked pretty good in the first two games. Of course, we won them both. Don’t ask foolish questions. The Blue and White Warriors are still mopping up the field with all op- ponents. Keep up the good work for dear ol’ L. H.S. Yowsah. Oh-oh. Our old friends (?) from the Chair City pinned a 7-7 tie on the “‘Boys in Blue.”’ It’s the first time in two years that the boys haven’t come through with a win. Oh woeis me, alasand alack! The lads from Fitchburg hung a 20-12 defeat on us. “Hack” Wilson and “Ronny” Cahill were co-captains. (Natcherly they were Seniors. ) Now for a much needed vacation. Just between you and me, folks, the Sophs are in a lather for fear that they won’t see Santa Claus. What the heck—is it over so soon? From the disappointed looks on some of the Sophy’ faces I guess that they didn’t see Saint Nick. The Seniors held their prom and was it good? Certainly it was good! Hal Cline’s Orchestra furnished the music for the best crowd ever to attend a prom. The basket-ball team this year is colossal, stupendous, unbelievable,—in fact, it’s postively mediocre. The Senior Class Play, entitled ““Skidding,’’ was presented tonight at the Rialto Theater. Folks, it was great. I think that the cast and Neil Kimball deserve a big round of applause. It won’t be long now, folks; it won’t be long. Well, this is the last day that we will spend inside of the old school as Seniors, and, for the most of us, as students. All the lads and lasses turned out in their new “bibs and tuckers,”’ all ready to be graduated. It was perfect, folks, —who can say more? Well, “‘pipples,” it’s all over; now what? 27