Lunenburg High School - Echo Yearbook (Lunenburg, MA)

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f X ., f Q- '... . f ff' Q., . - Q. A . ,.., .,. s. M . , i.,,f ,f . g n f- I ' f - : F 7' ' - ' 4' l :qy,Our Young America- Victory Clube was the talk of thefschooit Ewe reallylaccomplished many things for the war effort--collecting waste- paper, tin cans, and waste fat. . s Grade 8 With our magnificent pine forest and gypsy fortune teller in Room 7, we won the booth prize for Hallowe'en. What a class for a new teacher to start with. Never mind, Miss Szocik, we're the worst pill youfll have to swallow. Who ever thought we were a group of journalists? Our newspaper, nThe Screecher,n was quite a hit. Burley, we shoot for our own basket, not Ayer'sl Grade Q- ' Freshmen--and Latin: sum, esse, FUI, futurus. Mrs. Fiske, we'll try harder next year, really we will. Our Freshnnn Frolic was a huge success, our maritime decorations were swell. Who ever thought a boat would sail across the auditorium? Grade lg Were we the cause of Miss Hackett's leaving school to get mar- ried? Oh, no, it was that handsome naval officer. Our Stage Door Canteen Sophomore Hop was quite an affair--card tables and chairs lent a realistic touch to our night club atmosphere. . Something pleasant did you say, Nr. Karkos? What's a moron's IQ? Remember that farewell party we gave for Miss Hackett? Grade ll Our loss is Fitchhurg's gain--sorry to see you go, Fallon. We're still living up to our reputation of having the best dance decorations of the year. Our Junior Prom was a masterpiece of flowers and arbors and laurel. But the orchestra--did they have to take a vacation between each dance? Well!!! we finally agreed on something: our class rings. A good-bye party for nPikeyn sent our classmate off to the Navy with good wishes. Grade lil Seniors--after twelve years of bool: cracking Cahemll. We wonder if there has ever been a class that fought as much as we have fought in the last twelve years? Complicated by a terrific snowstorm and several wrong entrances fAsk Einardj, our senior class play was a typical class production. To be or not to be--the Senior Prom. A masculine majority of one says, Yes. Sorry, New York, we can't make it this year. With Baccalaureate and graduation, our history as the Class of 1946 comes to an end. The last Girls vs. Rays battle is over.

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K3 , , , ,xi Grade A nAh, sweet mystery of life,n at last we've found it. Well, cheer up, we have only eleven years to go. My goodness, who is that fellow beating a path to the coat-room? Why, hello, Raymond, now don't eat our lunches while you're in there. Thank you, Piss Leonard, for remembering our birthdays. Our theme song: Wasbby snaftoe.' Grade QL Acting up again, boys? If you don't behave, Piss Harley will pinch your cheeks again. ' No colored pegs for us this year--we're second grade-rs4 Oh, what a. time we had with those movable desks. John, how can youcramso many things into that tiny drawer? Grade Q- Miss Gowell and the mysteries of the multiplication tables oc- cupied our attention this year. Equipped with fancy, homen-ado pen wipers, we had our first ex- perience with writing in ink. Was there a hlotter loft in school? Grade 1 WHO is this new-comer? If we knew then, what we know now--eh, lIJu li? S Miss Gowell is suffering ue another year. We had an operetta this year--and pretty sharp, too. That charm- ing Hawaiian dancer? That is Jean Burnap, our ballerina. Grade 2 iWhich Casanova carries on his romances on the trick bar? Don't blush, Burley, they love it. How we fought to win that coveted desk with the nlift-upu cover! Miss Magovcrn, just one more chapter of uNancy Drcw,' please? A new girl, Emma Harvey, ,joined us. Grade Q Who ever did finish that before-school-work? Don't give up, Miss Lanccy, one boy will make the Honor Roll. Spelling contests, animl poster contests, self-testing drill contests--a fitting good-bye to the nlittlc school.' Grade 1 G . With many West School Nenthusiastsn we gratefully turned to Misa Proctor for guidance in our first year in the great high school. We discovered SPORTS this year. Well, teachers, you know what happens when students discover sports!

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DONALD CAD ELL - KENNETH GOODELL - k , Wei-the graduating class of 1946 of Lunenburg High School, Wbr- cester County, .the state of Massachusetts, knowing that we are about to leave this institution, wish to make and to publish this, our last will and testaments ESTHER AHO - Her profession of carrying home books to Alfred Szocik who thirks his desk is the place for his school bookss JOHN ARNOLD - His high arching long shots to Jimmy Bening who believes a straight line is the shortest distance between two points. GEORGE BERRHARDT - His sudden interest in athletics to nBi1ln Hartney 1 whose favorite sport is pursuing the girls. ROBERT BURLEY - Eis height to Starley hoots with nSkinu and Sawicki, a little fellow in ca- his cigars. JEAN BURNAP l Her toe dancinm to Eugene Heikkila who doesn't seem to know where his toes belong. All his pitching talent to nid' Balcom--except Don's ability to been the batters. 52125 CARDIFAL - resist a good laugh. His mischief-mgkipg any help. EMMA EQRVEY - Her lovely blue eyes to geous sparklers. high? EEK . Her argumentive nature to beck and lit the world go 2221 HIRSCH - Her sweet f'- soprano tones version to high notes. LOUISE HUTCHIFSOE - Hur natural charm Her oise and si nitv to uwinrieh Penniman who can't P M to Billy Deming, as if he needed anyone in need of a pair of gor- Eunice Hemel who would rether.sit bye to NChappie', a bass with ar e- to Connie Brown, a girl with a great flair for the dramatic.