Major Edwards High School - Mesa Yearbook (West Boylston, MA)

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We, the Senior Class of the Major Edwards High School of West Boylston, of the County of Worcester, Massachusetts, being indisputably of sound and disposing mind and memory and about to pass out of existence, do make, publish, and declare this to be our last will and testament, hereby revoking any and all former wills by us at any time heretofore made: To Archie, with deep regrets and loud lamentations, the senior girls their two dearest possessions: Our lipstick traces blotted upon the walls of the girls ' room, and our old gym pants strewn on the locker room floor and in un- used corners of the auditorium. The boys, concealing their tears with difficulty, leave their loud laughter in the boys ' room, and their cigarette butts carelessly tossed just outside the school yard before entering. It gives the Class pleasure to will to Archie, the following: Our gum in the bubblers, ice-cream wrappers and cookie crumbs in the halls, eggs in the laboratory waste basket, and our bad habits of sitting on desks and standing on chairs. We also leave our thousands of so-called jokes to put out with the rest of the rubbish. To the Bixbys, we leave the hope that the future classes will not be quite so rowdyish or rambunctious as ours. We bequeath them our unquestioned obedience, respect, and cooperation, which, upon our departure, may be dis- tributed among the underclassmen, who ' ll surely need it. We leave cotton for their ears, to tone down all the noise in the halls. To Mr. Sanderson, we leave a new bell system which will operate on time, all the time. We also bequeath him a huge paper weight to hold down the scores of absence slips coming to his office. The Class leaves him good wishes for success at M. E. H. S. To Mr. Goodnow, we leave a miracle key which will automatically close our locker doors, unthinkingly left wide open. We also leave him our sincerest wishes for his continued success and happiness at Auburn High. To Mrs. Severance, we leave behind all our English IV books containing Macbeth and Paradise Lost , over which the incoming seniors will be made to toil, slave, ponder and acquire knowledge (?) as we did. And for her refer- ence we pass on to her a list of book reports passed in by next year ' s seniors. We ' re certainly happy she had no such list for us! To Mr. Stanton, we leave some silent typewriters so the other classes will not be disturbed in the future by the noisiness of the present ones. We 19 liTrrnmnrrrn 9 4g[ 24 ]»

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garden grow? Silver Bells and Cockle Shells an Pretty Maidens all in a row, was Mary ' s answer with a smile. ' And over here is Little Nancy Muffit who is sitting on a tuffet,” she continued. Happiness was all about as could be seen on their faces. Oh, how I wish I could be happy too, but without my sheep, I am so blue, said Little Simp Peep. How she wished she could remain here, but she had to go on. I ' m Humpty Josie on a wall. Look out! I ' m going to fall, came a cry from one end of the flower garden. The cry was so loud that it scared Little Simp Peep away down Ice Cream Road. There, standing in front of her, was a magnificent castle constructed of every food imaginable, and running down the road to meet her, were Three Little Kittens crying their heads off and say- ing, We are Three Little Kittens who have lost our mittens, Arnold, Lancey, and Howe. Meow! Meow! Meow! What darling creatures they are, she thought as she took them in her arms. With the sun drooping behind the hills, Little Simp Peep ran to the castle entrance. A flurry of trumpets was heard, and soon she found herself the center of attraction. Ladies in waiting ushered her to the queen, and here she sat and told her story of how she was looking for the lost sheep! The queen was most sympathetic because she was none other than Dotty Pedini, the Queen of Hearts, for some time ago, she had made some tarts and they had been stolen. Therefore, she announced, I am the Queen of Hearts, and in my kingdom in all parts I want you to look for the sheep of Little Simp Peep. Hav- ing the confidence of the good Queen, Little Simp Peep passed the night in a most wonderful sleep. Trumpets sounded the coming of the new day, and of course the court was up at the break of dawn to look for the lost sheep. Again, as luck would have it, they didn ' t have to go far, for behind the haystack fast asleep was Little Jimmy Blue. Up with a start jumped Little Jimmy Blue. Then by blowing his horn, he soon had all the sheep around him. There you are, Little Simp, I ' ve taken good care of your sheep, he said, as he gave them back. Oh! What happiness was in the heart of Little Simp Peep as she took the last sheep in her arms. And overhead four and twenty blackbirds, the Class of ' 47 , kept careful watch that no harm would come to the happy band on its homeward way. [a drrrminrflBl latmTirmiro ] |ga rirrfirrrrmj b 1 laoiriTrrriTms] |s rrrrrrnrnTm¥1

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laiimiifmmal [a ¥j larrrriTfTTTTTfr l [a crmiiimio a 1 i a mrirnriirffi a 1 la r m 1 1 1 1 ijulldb 1 . leave also our rowdy boisteriousness just before the 2:22 bell, as we have no further use for it. To Miss Sullivan, we bequeath a blank want-ad column through which she might get cafeteria help in the future. We give her our congratulations for the new cafeteria system and we leave our cabbage heads to supplement the cole slaw portions. To Miss Maguire, yre leave that engagement ring we have so searched for, buf, as yet, not discovered. Furthermore, the Class wills her all the bats in their belfries for biological experiments. To Mr. Namen, we have already completed a concentrated investigation of incoming freshmen, bequeath the biggest black notebook we could locate. It is entitled, New Ways To Torture Your Pupils and will afford Mr. Namen additional methods of disciplining to add to his already sufficiently drastic measures . To Miss Robinson, we leave a fraternity pin to replace the familiar sorority pin which we fear may wear out soon. We leave a well-tuned piano which is obviously much needed. The present one disturbs us in our study across the hall. To the Juniors, we bequeath out 7th period history class; to the Sopho- mores, our habeo corpeo ; and to the lowly Freshmen, only our sympathy. We list the following individual bequests: Dorothy Simpson leaves her again-sht to Mrs. Severance who is at- tracted by words with a foreign twist. Ray Bancroft leaves his sure foot-work on the basketball court to Gager Pendleton. With this gift, Gager should be able to stand on his own two feet. (No falling down on the job now, Pen.) Donald Bonci leaves his secret formula on how to win the affections of women to Paul Clayton. Now he ' ll be known as the man around town. (Other towns, too.) Mickey Mercurio leaves his ability to sleep in U. S. History Class to the incoming Seniors. And here ' s something off the records: — the atmosphere in the back of the room is quieter and promotes better sleep. James Geneva leaves his title of the mad chemist to Billy Oser. Go easy with this gift, Bill; it may spell your doom! 4 25 jE«-