Littleton High School - Record Yearbook (Littleton, NH)

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22 THE RECORD How could we ever forget the Junior Prom. The pomp and chiv- alry of our own classmen was inspiring. The beautifully decorated hall added to the regality of the occasion. After this, we knew we should be preparing more seriously for our Alma Mater. With this in mind, we returned the next fall as grand old Seniors, holding the privilege of being the upperclassmenn of L. H. S. Ours was the example for the school to follow and how we carried on this task rests solely upon the opinions of the individuals we encountered daily. This was to be our big year and we faced it with an undaunted spirit, electing Hadley Gadbois, president, Richard Muzzey, vice president, Gloria Lyons, secretary, and Wilbur Willey, treasurer, as our representatives of Seniorship. Perhaps the biggest part in this, our Senior year, was our play, Shirt Sleeves, dubbed an excellent success. How well those long rehearsals come back to me-Tina Pierce continuously giggling and -Miss Eastman trying to keep us in hand, small incidents to be cher- ished in these, my Memoirs, Socials and Stunt Night, in particular, hold another reminiscent place in my mind. Too soon is the year coming to an end but what a glorious ending this is-Last Assembly, Class Day, and Graduation, the three greatest and strongest of our Memoirs crowding in upon us and suddenly we find ourselves ready to journey forth into the world of success, fortune, fame, war, and disaster. We had begun to realize the war before graduation, how- ever, for during our last two years many of our members had left us to join the armed services. Thus, as we forty-three Seniors stand courageously today on the open road to life, we gather in these, our Memoirs, that they may always remain with us and cheer us in days of distress and encourage us in times of need. By Gloria Lyons CLASS WILL We, the class of 1944, mindful that the close of our high school life is approaching, being of as sound a mind as it is possible for a group of so diverse individuals to be, and being aware of our respon- sibilities to those who may haltingly try to follow our illustrious footsteps, do hereby and herewith declare this instrument to be our last will and testament. Collectively : To the Junior Class, the legal heirs to our titles, home rooms, and detentions, we will the right to have the Freshmen Hop, hop meaning a social event. To the Sophomores, we will our quiet studious ways, said be- quest being in full payment of any attachment any member may have on any Senior. To the Freshmen we will our ability to go places, especially to the office, said bequest to be held in trust by a board to be appointed from the first opportunity room held after September first 1944. Individually : Marion Olson wills her shapely figure to Jean Mills. Miles Quigley wills his ability to argue to Mike Machell.

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THE RECORD 21 MEMOIRS Pea green Freshmen of L. H. S.-that's what they called us then! I remember only too well that night when we, as a body numbering ninety-five, like it or not-and you can bet your boots we didn't- had to advertise the fact that we were as green as they make them. That little piece of green crepe paper, although measuring perhaps not more than two inches long and a half inch wide, certainly did the trick. You can ask the boys about that. But we had fun. Being the first class to introduce the Twelfth-night party seemed to us quite an honor, and we did our best to make it a success. The brightest picture which stands out in my mind was the bonfire built that night and kindled by pine twigs. Any stranger happening to pass by no doubt would at least have thought about running for his life, for I can assure you we made an excellent pack of Indians. Oh, and by the way, another, but more furious fire, the war, was kindled that year, and by it, we, as the traditional pea green freshmen, hard- ly realized what lay ahead. Less than that were we aware that more fuel would still be heaped upon it as we left our Alma Mater. The Gay, Young Sophomoresn was a good title for us during our second year here at L. H. S., but we were really more than that. In the first place, we were becoming a little bolder and were feeling just a trifle more important to ourselves and our school than we had during the previous year. Then too, that was the year that parties started meaning more to us. As I recall it the most important social, or at least the one which best suited our taste, was our Harvest Dance. Doughnuts and cider always is an appetizing combination. Yes, getting around was becoming quite an art by the mid- dle of the year. Many of our best athletes were beginning to come out of their shells and even made their debuts. The two following years more than proved this to be so. As the days rolled on we picked up more and more knowledge and even stored a great deal of it away to be used effectively when we would return the next fall. And so, as the year came to an end, we felt quite pleased with ourselves, knowing we had passed the stage of being underclassmen, otherwise known as small-fry, to enter into one of promise As the wheels of time roll on, so we too rolled on into the second category of our high school life which unbeknown to us then, would probably be our happiest moments in life. Off to a good start, we planned our wienie roast at the traditional sandpit. The queer com- binations of food that night would have put a French chef to won- dering about the American cuisine. The year was quickly sliding by with much activity. St. Patrick's Dance was a merry celebration, especially when the balloons suspended from the rafters were re- leased and a mad scramble, putting the California Gold Rush to shame, was made for them. As all good things must come to an end, so with our Junior year. Our last two months were busy onesg togeth- er with our Junior Prom and final exams we were as busy as bees.

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THE RECORD 23 To Ginger Lee is left the small willowly figure of Gladys Marsh. Ed Bixby bequeaths his ever-present grin to Gabriel Houle. Eleanor Colby wills her ability to get her man and hold him to Marcy Holmes-as if she needed it. Pauline Sidney leaves her ability on the dance floor to Mary LaValley and Caroline McPhee. The Triple S, Sullivan, Simons, and Spreadbury, will their abil- ity to get around out of town to the Junior boys. They don't use a map either. Al Blasenak and Lawrence Hartshorn will their ability to get around in Manchester to Ed Holt and Raymond Emery. Phyllis Mitchell wills her ability to get to school on time to Vir- ginia Lewis. Albertina Pierce wills her everlasting giggle to Barbara Cham- pagne. To Barbara Emery is willed the ability to bluff teachers by Bev- erly Perkins. Deborah White leaves her out-of-town interests to Irene Berger- on. Russell Buker wills his ability to be true to ONE to Mark Gard- ner. To Ruth Hadley goes the quiet studious ways of Olive Towle, Monica Glode and Carlene Ennis. Barbara Miles wills her typewriter in Room 8 to Theresa Lib- erty- but not for the same purpose. Ray Foster wills his loud peculiar call to Harry Ennis. Beverly Gardner wills her ability to attract the opposite sex to Kay Boardman. Hillis Goad wills her docile disposition to Alice Carmen. Hadley Gadbois wills his thriving mustache to George Lemire. Bob Finn wills his ability to get along with the girls to Alfred Sidney. Robert Labonte and Lawrence Latulip will their dancing ability to Ellsworth Knapp. To Eric Whiting and Fernand Lemieux goes Wilbur Willey's physique. Robert Miller and Joe Sulham will their Navy blue to Martin Elliott. Dick Muzzey wills his playboy attitude to Mervyn Willey and Frank Ladd. Virginia Cote leaves her boisterous manner to Carlene Abbott and Winifred Labonte. Gloria Lyons wills her efliciency in shorthand to Joan Carlin, Patricia Champagne, and Marion Fish. Rita Ross wills her title Impy to Priscilla Perry and Iris Beal. Goldie Styles wills her many boyfriends to Ann Glode and Theresa Houle. Barbara Thompson wills her tall, willowy figure to Joyce Carleton, Nancy Ledoux, and Elizabeth Fisk.