Marshfield High School - Tide Yearbook (Marshfield, MA)

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Class History By Janice Curren Another year has come to a close, and our last at M.H.S. But all is not over yet. Let ' s just take a look at some of the highlights of our four enduring but unforgetable years in high school. Poor Mr. Scott. He must have plotted his resignation the moment he heard the roaring mob rushing down the halls, eager to begin its first reunion in room 14. As freshmen we were all in high spirits and definitely needed someone to dampen them a bit. Elected for this job was Kevin Murphy --the most able man for President. But he couldn ' t handle it alone --so Mike Bissell stepped up as vice -president and willingly reinforced the president in times of emergency. Stu Carlton successfully hoarded the class treasury; Linda Clapp wrote frantically at every meeting to keep up with every detail and Janice Curren kept the historian ' s reports. Mary Ann Sullivan very capably represented our class and its wild ideas in the student council body. As school activities got underway, we were all itching to do some- . thing ourselves j ust to show those upper classmen what an asset the freshmen were to the nigh school! So we engaged in the hearty job of selling coke at the home football games, but this was not enough. The big date came April 9th, when we proved an addition to the social success of M.H.S. with our first dance --a record hop starring Alan Dary. Mrs. Arnold pleasantly surprised those fortunate Latin I scholars with a trip to Boston to see Julius Caesar which was fun even though the movie proved a bit beyond our knowledge. The following September we decided to give Mr. Scott a rest and moved on to Miss Ellard and Mrs.Gadaier (Miss McBrien.) Once again class officers were elected, but there were no changes made from Freshman year. In spite of the adding and subtracting of members, our class remained a mob --but that was no major catastrophe. Miss Ellard put us right on our toes concerning our finances by selling Christmas cards, adding $37 to our treasury. Our next big function was the sophomore dance. Each activity period we racked our brains for a new and different title. We finally came up with a novelty -the Sophomore Dance. To compensate for our original name we hired the Collegiates as a band who really made the evening a great success socially as well as financially. Football, hockey, basketball I Suddenly sports seemed to be taking a large part of our time. The first couple of years warming the bench is pretty discouraging but just give us time. As the year came to a close, we suddenly realized that we had completed half our high school years. Just think --next year we would reach the grade of sophistication. But the following September we were sadly mistaken. We were the same old rambunctious group -- wouldn ' t we ever grow up?” Never- theless we managed to hold a class meeting under the able direction of Mr. Blackington and to choose the officers for the coming year. They were: president, Kevin Murphy; vice-president, Bobbie Ela; secretary, Linda Clapp; treasurer, Carol Mackintire; historian, Janice Curren; student council representatives, Mary Ann Sullivan and Mike Bissell. Our first important issue was how to make money. A record hop-- that was the answer. We really taxed our brains this time and decided to call it the Harvest Hop as it was to be held in October. The dance 26

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John Kinkead leaves his interest for basketball to Bobby Stengel. With all this spirit, you ' re sure to become a star athlete. Peggy Linskey leaves her height to Lois Cowell, Don ' t worry, Lois, someday you ' ll make it. Bob Long leaves his V-neck sweaters and white bucks to Dickie Corrow. Carol Mackintire leaves with the boys. Look out, boys, she ' s not as innocent as she looks. Mary Maher leaves with stars in her eyes and a ring on her finger. Charlie Mansfield leaves his unopened books to Bob Mitchell. Do you need straight A ' s all the time?? Jack Murphy leaves his driving ability to Jackie Jones. Don ' t worry, Jackie, Murph ' s still alive -- luckily ! Kevin Murphy leaves his ability to appear innocent to Stevie Nicholson. Put it to good use and may- be you ' d stay off the office bench. Dave Nicholson leaves his soft-spoken manner to Ann Linskey. It ' s not how loud, but how well that counts. Warren Pierson leaves his long hair to Coach Anderson so he will have something to tear during those close games. Ed Randall leaves his unfinished hot -rod to Miss Tiano. A commuter needs a dependable carl ! Barbara Roderick leaves her position in the Honor Society to Lani Baldwin. Study hard and you can make it ! ! Judy Rogers leaves problems class with a great sigh of relief. Don ' t worry, Judy, Mr. Blackington can ' t stop you from talking now ! ! Earle Roswell leaves his mechanical ability to Jane Cohee or to anyone who is willing to fix her car. Fred Schlup leaves his sideburns to Mr. Blackington. Now you will be able to withstand the cold win- ters. Ruth Seaburg leaves her unfinished homework to Alan Fowler. Oh, what ' s the use! Barbara Seignious leaves her frankness to Eunice Costello, as if she needs it. Janet Shaw leaves her class participation to the next year ' s problems class. You ' ll need it. Carol Stengel leaves her ability to read music to any soprano who wants it. You ' ll surely have good luck with Mr. Cowgill. Sheila Stewart leaves the Office Practice Class with hopes that Miss Ellard will be able to stand an- other year like ours. Lee Studley leaves with a sigh of relief. He finally made it 1 Mary Ann Sullivan leaves her skis to anyone who hates snow -bunnies . John Ulanowski leaves his sports car enthusiasm to Mr. Grady. All you need now are bermuda shorts and knee socks. Oh, come now, John! ! ! Carol Wells leaves all of her good grades to next year ' s hopefuls. Don ' t fight, there ' s plenty to go around. Dale White leaves his drums to Kenny Blass. We hope they ' re not dirty . Dale! ! Nancy Joe Williams just leaves. Stanley Williams leaves his solemnity to Eugene MacDonnell. Try using your wisdom another way! Sandra Yasevicz leaves her shorthand notes to Earlene Rogerson. We hope this will help you get straight A ' s. The foregoing instrument was in our presence signed and sealed by the said Class of ' 57 at the end thereof, and by them published and declared as and for their last Will and Testament, and at their re- quest and in their presence and of one another, we hereunto inscribe our names as attesting witnesses at Marshfield, Massachusetts, on March 4, 1957. Executed at Marshfield, Massachusetts, March 4, 1957. CAROL MACKINTIRE DONALD BLUNT 25

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was a lot of fun and it certainly assisted in increasing the amount in our treasury. March found our class in a state of confusion as we frantically pre- pared for the on-coming comedy, Time Out For Ginger , directed by Mrs. Martinez. Will we ever forget Liz ' s unanswered call to Mrs. Carol, who happened to be still in the dressing room? Nevertheless, we had a full house and everyone thoroughly enjoyed it. Following in the path of the play was our anxiously awaited junior prom. There was so much to do, yet so little time. However, by eight o ' clock that April night, the oriental decorations, finally completed, filled the gym with quite a different atmosphere. Participating in most every sport, we juniors displayed much spirit and enthusiasm, representing our class very sufficiently. Players, man- agers or cheerleaders --we had them all. In the spring, eight of our class members were elected to the Na- tional Honor Society: David Banner, Linda Clapp, Janice Curren, Bob- bie Ela, Nancy Hobbs, Carol Mackintire, Kevin Murphy, and Carol Stengel. Elected to Girls ' and Boys’ State were Carol Stengel and Mike Bissell. The final fling of our junior year was, of course, the Senior Recep- tion given by our class in honor of the graduates. Money seemed to pour into the treasury at the last minute after putting into effect the new rule of excluding from the reception all those who had not yet paid their first semester dues. Charles Bean and his five piece orches- tra provided the music and our junior year was brought to a close with a big success. The hardy French II class begged and pleaded to go to Boston to see a real French movie and eat in a French restaurant. Mrs. Gadaier (Miss McBrien) just had to give in, but we may as well have eaten in our own kitchens for what we ordered was anything but French! Per- haps we should have eaten after the movie; for Diabolique scarcely aided our digestion. We are now seniors and our high school days are rapidly coming to a close. Having all congregated in roo m 9, we chose our class officers who were to assume a great responsibility during our senior year. Kevin Murphy was once again unaninmously elected to lead our class with gavel in hand and aided by the support of Donald Golden. Nancy Hobbs moved into the office of secretary and was certainly kept busy recording every motion corrected by our democratic advisor --Mr. Blackington. Our class finances were well guarded by Carol Mackin- tire, while Janice Cunen recorded every high light of our senior year so that it could be passed on to underclassmen come June. Everyone seemed to display high hopes of a college education until the day when the experienced colleagues came to M.H.S. to talk. Nevertheless, pamphlets, catalogs and applications were the main at- uaction right up until Christmas vacation and some still desire to fight the battle. Immediately the Tide got underway with Bobbie Ela as our year- book editor and Mr. Peratta and Miss Ellard as advisors. Those dead- lines came hard and fast, but somehow we managed to meet them, or did we? January Thaw , held in the latter part of October, again packed the gym to its capacity. Perhaps the audience wished to see a repeat performance of Donny ' s breath taking football game in last years play. Rodney did not inact the winning touchdown but no one could save a cow from a roaring fire like he did, hip boots and all! continued on pg. 61 27