Leominster High School - Magnet Yearbook (Leominster, MA)

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ee ve mumercun) Ao 5) 9) Morin, Dorothy Kibbler, Edward Marshall, Lee “Dot. ‘““Eddy”’ “Blea’”’ “Then she would talk .. . “An ounce of loyalty is worth a “A man whose personality draws Ye gods, . . . how she would pound of cleverness.” all to him.”’ talk!” Norma! Undecided Scientific Classical Nursing French Club 3, 4; Honor Roll 2, 38, 4; Prom Committee 3, 4; Reception Usher 8; Fortnightly Interciass Basketball 4. Bentley’s Business School Basketball 2; Football 3; Football Ticket Committee. Club 4. Pillsbury, Glennice Zinna, Joseph @lene Ni@eaw “True beauty dwells in deep “And tnere, though last, not least.’ retreats.” Scientific U.S. Army General Post Graduate Baseball 3, 4. Who's W ho in clbes Class of “35° Girls Marjorie Smith Eloise Bullard Kathyrn Goodhue Betty Curtis Ruth Hancock Cecile Fife Barbara Caswell Marjorie Johnson Irene Davis Regina Letarte Doris Butler Victoria David Victoria David Angelina Altobelli Cecile Fife Lilian Lavoie Mary Gamblin Regina Letarte Irene Davis Frances Lanza Rachel Martin Bertha Warren Louise Gates Ruth Hancock Eloise Bullard Irene Davis Betty Portney Virginia Derby Betty Curtis Rachel Martin Characteristics Most Popular Most Likely to Succeed Best Looking Best Dresser Best Dancer Cutest Class Baby Best Athlete Best Mixer Best Disposition Wittiest Biggest Politician Most Obliging Most Studious Did Most for Class Class Pessimist Sheik and Sheba . Most Typical Leominsterite Noisiest Quietest Most Courteous Most Bashful Most Comical Biggest Flirt Most Dignified Most Collegiate Teachers’ Pet Most Optimistic Neatest Most winning smile 26 Boys Alton Caisse Joseph Killelea Earl Dalton Gardner Drury Bernard Hughes Earl Dalton John Clancy Alton Caisse Wilfred Debellefeuille Roland Worthen John Longo James Anderson Joseph Killelea Joseph Killelea Joseph Killelea Myron Falk John Clancy Franklin Stout Arthur Baily George Yule Earl Dalton Norman Irvine Bernard Kolb John Clancy George Yule Walter Busky Ernest Massoni Robert Casey Earl Dalton Edward Surrette

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—— (Class O Remy, George “Duke” “Quickly his fingers wander o’er The yielding planks of the ivory floor.”’ Classical Tufts College Football 2; Interclass Basket- ball 2, 3, 4; Interclass Track 2, 3,. 4; Home Room Officer 2. Craigue, Leslie sles” “Rich with the spoils of nature.”’ Commercial Undecided Interclass Basketball 2, 3, 4. Powers, Gurdon “Gurdy” “T built my soul a lordly pleasure home.”’ Commercial Undecided Byrne, Paul “Paully” “Better not be at all Than not to be noble.’’ Commercial Becker College Basketball 3; Spring Football 3; Interclass Basketball 2, 3, 4; Prom Committee 4; Scenery Committee of Mikado 4; Inter- class Track 2, 3, 4. Finnerty, Paul SP olz “My living in Lancaster is so far out of the way, that it is actually twelve miles from a lemon.”’ Classical Prep. Football 4; Basketball 2, 3, 4; Baseball 2, 3, 4; Track 3, 4. 25 Rare ay Ao Re ko) rae Parrott, Darius “Buster” “O it is excellent to have a giant’s strength!’ Normal Undecided ‘Hootballgec. 074. ae brackseos Baseball 4; Health Council 3, 4; Health Council Officer 4. White, Vernon 7 BST iG be “A shining star though not a constellation.”’ Commercial Undecided Dean, Edward elarcon ‘“Reason is the life of the law.” Scientific Tufts Engineering School Basketball 3, 4; Class Secre- tary 8; Prom Committee 3; Mayo Prize in Geometry 2; Senior Play. Harvie, Cora “Ambition is better than success.” Commercial Work Basketball 2, 3, 4; Hockey 2, 3; Glee Club 2, 3; Prom Com- mittee 3, 4; Thanksgiving Game Usher 3.

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ae al polo aaa F arewell to L. H. S. In a very, very short time the portals of the good old school will close behind us for the last time with an echoing farewell. Then in the early autumn when the crips yellow leaves begin to drift down from these same stately elms, shading us now for the last time as we sprawl about during lunch hour, these same portals will swing open once more, but not for us. No, nevermore. As far as others are concerned, comrades, our labors, our fun, our accomplishments, and downfalls in that grand old institution are material for history. Comrades, we have been! Next year our underclass men may still remember us and keep alive our names and deeds by recalling old times. A consoling thought. With the graduation, however, of the present sophomore class, our names will have been lost in the ages, while in six years even our old teachers will have forgotton us. But who knows? Perhaps somebody will have the curiosity years from now to search about the library shelves for records of the ancient. By chance he may happen upon a dusty leather- bound volume of ‘‘Magnet’’ magazines of the years 32-35. He may even trouble himself to brush away the cob-webs from the dry pages and partake of ancient history. Then again will our works live on! Once more shall we rise from the sepulcher of the past! There is no backing out of it. Graduation has always produced a certain sadness upon Seniors; it will now and always will. It is a sadness which cannot be explained by those not yet or never Seniors. The Seniors themselves cannot define this strange feeling which comes to them with the closing of their school days. We are not sad because our deeds will be forgotten; we would be foolish to bother with such trifles. Indeed, we have far nobler, far greater deeds ahead of us to perform. Still, we have come to the realization now that, at the parting of the waves, we no longer will be held together in one happy, carefree family. As soon as we receive our sheep- skins, our paths will begin to diverge. No two paths will be alike; but a few will run in the same direction; gradually they will become widely separated. But the warm friendships that have been formed in the L. H. S. will not perish. By no means. Instead they will live on and be cherished. We cannot realize their true value now, but the time will come when we will. On the other hand there’s a thrill in graduation, comrades, which sets our blood pounding through our veins,—the thrill of stepping out into the drakness of the future with our own light from the past! Away from that life where we had no worries; away from that life where the jolts were cushioned, where our every need was served on a gilded platter, and where we were pampered! Give us the life, then, that is hard and rough, where a man proves his worth with his brain and his hand, and where there are no shock-absorbers to ease our falls,—the life that calls for efficiency in labor, persistence in efforts, and strength to survive to the finish. Goodbye, then, Leominster High; we are leaving you. Farewell, then, dim corridors with frescoes and statues. Farewell to the regular routine of bells. Farewell to the classrooms, those cubicles of misery; goodbye to the classrooms, those seats of enchantment. Goodbye to our classmates, those mortals who borrowed our homework; goodbye to the mortals whose homework we borrowed. Goodbye to those fifteen cents-afternoon “hops” and “sun dances.” Goodbye to our puppy loves with all their pleasant worries. Farewell again. ‘Tis over. Nevermore the dust and the mud of the old gridiron, the locker-room quartets, and the Thanksgiving peptalks. And lest we forget, farewell to the “Magnet,”’ that enlightening publication! Goodbye to all of this; we are leaving you. Goodbye to everything else! Goodbye! We are going into a world where steel and stone are beauty, where the entrances are narrow and exits are wide open, where austerity displaces love, where a dollar is a dollar, and where competition is tougher. The challenge of life is before us! Do we accept? We most certainly do! So let’s be away, comrades, and engage in this new battle. We have the equipment: two hands, two feet, two eyes, a tongue, and a brain to use if we are wise. We can triumph if we want to. God has equipped us for life, but it’s up to us to decide what our plan is to be. Let us attack the 27