Maynard High School - Screech Owl Yearbook (Maynard, MA)

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SEf llOIR CLASS ROLL Anna Allard Assistant Hockey Manager (3), Hockey Manager (4), Sunlight Hop (3), Halloween Social (4), Basketball (4), Screech Owl Staff (4), Radio Quiz Team (4), Christmas Social (3)-. Anna is the smallest girl in the Senior Class but certainly not the quietest. Her ambition is to be a secretary and we know that she’ll be a good one for her pleasant smile will be an asset. As a matter of fact she is so pleasant that she frequents Pleasant St. Helen Arciszewski Class Vice-President (1), Student Council (1) (2), Orchestra (1) (2), Field Hockey (1) (2) (3), Basketball (1) (2) (3) (4), Junior Prom Committee (3), Picture Committee (4), Screech Owl (4), Reception Committee (4), Graduation Speaker, Radio Quiz Team, Dance Committees. Helen is popular with everyone. Not only because of her winning way, but because she is also a good hostess. A person as talented in writing, as Helen, could not help but be a success in her chosen line as a journalist. M. H. S. loss is B. U.’s gain. Mary Ayotte Mary is one of the quiet girls from the Commercial Room. She departed from her quiet ways and scaled the oratorical heights on April 19, 1940 when she recited the poem, Paul Revere.” Mary is clever with her pen and will go far with her literary ability. Aleck Bobik Dance Committee (4), Basketball (1) (2) (3) (4) Capt. (4), Track (3). As a member of that famous basketball quintet, the Tiger A. C., Aleck has distinguished himself not only as a good floor man on the court, but also as a ladies’ man elsewhere. His dancing ability won many feminine hearts during his high school days. Josephine Baccari Graduation Night Speaker. Josie” is one of the hardest working girls in the Commercial Room and well-liked by all her fellow students. She intends to be a private secre- tary and if she keeps up her good work in the future as she has in high school, she’s bound to be a success.

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14 THE SCREECH OWL Devotion by Elena Primiano, ’41 As darkness enveloped the sleepy town, One roamed alone without a sound, Alone with his thoughts of long ago. When he was once her beloved beau. Again he longed to be at her side. For she was to be his beloved bride. Finally came that fateful day When duty called in lands away. She stood at the gate and waved good-bye. With a smile on her face and a tear in her eye. To conceal the ache of her breaking heart. For they, perhaps, were forever to part. Many years had come and gone. And her love for him still lingered on. For her heart did break one sorrowful day. Like a beautiful flower she faded away His footsteps fell in heavy tread. As he approached the old homestead. For though there was darkness there to greet him. Still he felt that she was there to meet him. » My Platform by Donald Lent, ’40 I think that I shall never see The reason why a boy like me Should have to go to school each day. Instead of staying out to play Where the golden sun sheds its beams. On radiant flow’rs and sparkling streams. That, by far, is a better life Than one that’s filled with toil and strife. One in which, for five long hours, I must exert my strongest powers. So that my day’s work will be done. When the final bell has rung. So, when I run for president. The teachers then must soon relent, For when I start to pass the Law, The school-boys will just gaze in awe. Then those boys (and this is certain). Can on their work ring down the curtain. Exit — The Class of 1940 By John King, ’41 I For twelve years now the months of June Were hailed by us with merry tune. For twelve years now the welcome springs Meant reprieve from books and all such things; Since for twelve )ears we’ve been so glad To greet ' each June, then why be sad That this June month has come at last — • Did we not wait — yearn, in the past. For the glad day when we should pass. For the last time, from class to class II That day has come, that day has gone, And we now realize that its dawn Marked the end of many things — For when che fall the others brings Back to their desks, back to their books. Others will be in our seats, our nooks We do not want to leave all this. Now that we know what we shall miss; We’ll never forget all the fun. Nor how much, in one day, was done. III We’ve studied hard, and played the same. To leave in school annals a good name. The Class of Forty,” we want them to state, ' Was one of the best to graduate.” A History Lesson by Janet M. Poulson, ’41 When Good Queen Lizzy once set out To cross the highway muddy. She walked on Raleigh’s brand new coat, And shouted, Thank you. Buddy.” When Washington prepared to cross. The Delaware so icy, He threw a dollar over first. For hot dogs good and spicy. This history lesson now must end, I hardly think you’ll regret it, And if you’re as smart as you should be, The best thing to do is forget, it. {Continued on page 37)

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16 THE SCREECH OWL Madeline Baker We will never forget Madeline’s arguments in the P.A.D. class. She hopes to work out of town this summer, and if she leaves for good we shall all miss her very much. Raymond Bamford Football (2) (3) (4), Basketball (1) (2) (3) (4). Ray is one of the tall, dark, and handsome boys of the class. Ray’s interest lies in a certain little Freshman — Laura by name. His football ability enabled him to carve an enviable niche in the annals of sport at good old M. H. S. Olive Beane Field Hockey (2) (3) (4), Basketball (1) (2). Beanie” is one of the singers of the class. She is to leave us next year for Tusculum College, Tennessee to take up music. Well Oily,” maybe we’ll be hearing you on the radio some day in the future. Don’t, please don’t, develop a southern accent! Herbert Boothroyd Herbert is a quiet fellow and a true gentleman. He always gets his homework done — if it doesn’t interfere with the enjoyable time he has on his bike. Josephine Bresh This dark-eyed Commercialite has intentions of working at Tracy’s” after graduation. Now we know the place will be mobbed. Her charm and personality will help her to success. Good luck to you, Josey!