Middleborough High School - Timaron Yearbook (Middleborough, MA)

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JUDY MacLEAN, PATRICIA HATHAWAY, and SHIRLEY SMALL, future nurses, leave sailing off on the S.S. Blood Vessel. BETH WHITEHEAD leaves . . . Oops! I almost forgot my diploma. MAUREEN CHASE, KATHY PERKINS, and JOANNE BURKE leave to take their places standing at the front of the classroom, instead of sitting at the back of the room. JO POHLMAN leaves in a cloud of blue . . . What? Exhaust fumes, naturally. To future biology classes, BEVERLY BECKMAN wills her body. STEWART FLANDERS and NANO ROBINSON leave no more dented fenders . . . My, weren ' t we lucky to have insurance. ALFRED ORTELT, BOB HOGAN, BOB RUBESKI, and FRAN OTTO leave their tranquilizers to underclassmen with vim and vigor. To Danny Gibbons, a cool stepper, ROY PARKER leaves his black and white saddle shoes. To Bob and Denny, RUTHANN FLYNN and LINDA CLARK leave one more year of study . . . ? ARDITH AUSTIN, LOIS ERICKSON, and CAROL GERRIOR leave Mr. Churchill tone deaf! To an underclassman interested in husbandry, PAUL CONDON wills his pig. JAMES BONNAR leaves quoting his favorite subject . . . Veni, Vedi, Vici! BONNIE BLAIS and JEANNE PERKINS leave the cafe- teria devoid of food . . . Even government granted bread and butter ! To Valerie Mulkern, LINDY CABRAL wills a car like her Bessie . . . She just couldn ' t part with the old gal. GINNY WHOLAN, CYNTHIA BECKER, and PAT CAREY leave singing . . . Old Cape Cod, here we come. To the editors of next year ' s yearbook, BARBARA OLI- VER and ATHAN SAVAS leave their gold covered pill box . . . just full of headaches! DAVID FONTAINE leaves in a gail of wind, while ELLEN SHURTLEFF leaves in a canoe towards the club. To those who love horses, JANICE NEWCOMB wills all her horse sense. HELYN HATHAWAY (art student) leaves painting the town. SANDRA LEACH and LLEWELLA VICKERY leave their hearts in the Service of their country. To Miss Jenness, DICK RYDER leaves his red hair and freckles. PAT ROGERS leaves the Napoleonic Wars to next year ' s Modern History class . . . sigh ! CHESTER PITTSLEY leaves the office girls . . . alone. To Miss Thomas, JON HARRIS leaves his influence with Clement Riley. KAROL ANN ROBBINS leaves her spare time and alibis to Dutchy Jackson. ED LIZOTTE leaves singing My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean. To Greg King, JOHN SWARTZ leaves his Silver M pin, (Accidents do happen.) BOB DEROISER, SALLY BENSON, and GEORGE DUBOLD leave . . . finally, finally ! BOB CLARK and RICHARD DEMORANVILLE leave ... if their cars will start. To Linnea Nyberg, GALE STARR leaves her . . . (Well, if you don ' t know, we ain ' t gonna tell ya ! ) To other newcomers at school, BETTE PITTS leaves her volume on How To Make Fast Friends . . . We beg your pardon, it ' s How To Make Friends Fast. To Miss Anacki, the SENIOR PLAY CAST leaves the brown study. TOMMY RICHARDS leaves at his usual snail ' s pace! In testimony whereof we hereunto set our hands and in the presence of these honest but mentally unbalanced witnesses, sworn before the Justice of Peace, we declare this to be our last will and testament in this year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred and fifty nine. Signed: CLASS of ' 59 Witnesses Susan Edgerlyl Ross Perry L c • Gale Starr f Signatures Judy Wilcox 28

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CLASS WILL In this special legacy we the graduating class of the 59th year of this twentieth century, being completely unstable, after years of experience and unlimited knowledge, bequeath these items of invaluable worthlessness to unsuspecting heirs. I. To the Young ' uns, (Sophomores and Freshmen), we leave an honorary membership card to the Mickey Mouse Club. II. To the Class of 1960 we leave the record, Memories Are Made of This. III. For the weary teachers we leave a bottle of Nature ' s , Serutan spelt backwards, of course. ROLAND GANGONE leaves his key to the church to Ronald Keith. THE TRIG CLASS leaves Mrs. Buck in infinity. To Brenda Powers is left a pixie haircut, styled by JEAN MORGAN. MARY KING leaves Daddy . . . at last! To the shop, JOAN LEONARDO bequeaths her Chevy. MADELYN MEDEIROS leaves for Fisher ... not the school. WILLIAM ALLAN and DAVID THOMPSON leave the First National to Johnny Corderio, an A P employee. LINDA McCALLUM leaves to sail up the Lawrence . . . Red. To Tiger Allen, FRANK LEO leaves his Hey, Ma! ' - ' FANNY DOUZANIS leaves the chemistry lab. (Mr. King, aren ' t you glad? ) ROBERT GUIDOBONI and DONALD WHITE leave their muscles? . . . behind with the other athletic equip- ment. To next year ' s office girls, CAROL BRIGGS leaves a soggy handkerchief. DAVID GUILFORD, DEANNE DONNER, DE BER- NIER, and JUNE HALL leave Paul, Marilyn, Ronnie, and Barbara . . . only to see them again at home. To two Junior boys, TOM WALSH and BRUCE DES- ROSIERS leave Problems. GRETA HALE and JIM POLLARD leave together. To underclassmen with good imaginations, ROSY POWERS bequeaths Chester and Alice. DAVID HANSON and JOHN McCULLOCH leave eating fudge . . . Now we know where the profits went. PATRICIA DUNHAM leaves her melodious strings (vocal and violin) to Eleanor Walker. To Martha Wilmot, JANICE PIERCE bequeaths her chewed fingernails. JIM LONGWORTH leaves Ed Grishy . . . walking. KATHY McDonald, Audrey duell, beverly CASWELL and CYNTHIA ASHLEY leave to change their theme song from the Alma Mater to the Wedding March. NANCY TOMKIEWICZ and ROSS PERRY leave . . . Shutup and keep walking ! To Pinky Clark, Janet Blais, and Larry Giberti, CAROL GRAY, CAROLYN BLOUIM, and JIMMY MELEO leave their bashful ways. PAMELA MATTIE and SANDY ERICKSON leave the tape recording machine . . . Ohh! What things were said on that ! The Indian infested woods of Lakeville are returned to by REBECCA PEABODY, CATHY PARRY, JEANNE GOODREAU, ARDIS REYNOLDS, and LYNDA HALL, leaving their coonskin hats behind. WILLY ROBBINS leaves every full waste basket and every full pencil sharpener — overflowing. To any other poor dislocated person, SUSAN EDG- ERLY leaves her knee bandage. HENRY LA VALLEY leaves with a ring on his finger, not through his nose. MARGERY WASHBURN leaves her Kappa Kappa frat pin . . . Oh, come on, Margery, we all must leave some- thing ! DENNIS McGUNAGLE leaves his truck . . . stuck. To Daniel Silva, JOHN TUBMAN leaves his height. SANDRA GRANT, KARLA LEHTOMAA, LINDA AUS- TIN, JOAN BOOTHMAN, DIANNE JESSE, DIANNA BURRELL, and DONNA NEWTON leave, keeping their books with their short hands typing. JUDY WILCOX leaves her baton for the scalpel and Harvard Medical School. DARRAGH HARLOW leaves his breath behind, while being chased out of the school ... by girls!

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CLASS PROPHECY AROUND THE WORLD IN 79 DAYS— 1969 We see the steeples of the Middleboro fade gently into the background as we, Deanne Donner, Jeannie Perkins, Nancy Robinson, and Maureen Chase, cruise down the Taunton River on the first leg of our journey around the world. As we enter Long Island Sound, the salty Atlantic waves break forth over our forward deck. We thought we were doomed until Admiral John McCulloch of the U. S. Coast Guard arrived upon the scene. He offered to lead us safely into New York harbor. Once we had secured our craft, with the help of dock manager Bob Rubeski, we decided to spend a time in the big city. We took a taxi, driven by one time race car driver, Frank Leo, to Gale Starr ' s colossal new multibillion dollar theater. Attending the Broadway musical we spotted Bev- erly Beckman singing the lead in Springtime Along the Nemasket written by Margie Washburn. We found that our wardrobes were inadequate for our journey, so we entered a swank 5th Avenue shop owned by Nancy Tomkiewicz. Waiting for the commencement of the fashion show, we had a chance to talk to designers Dolores Mattos and Greta Hale. Leading the procession of models were Virginia Wholan and Madelyn Medeiros. We hurried from the show to the gov- ernment office of Bill Allen where his secretary Pam Mattie gave us our visas for South America. Cruising southward along the eastern coast, we stopped briefly at Fort Dix where we saw General James Longworth drilling his men. In the Nation ' s Capital we found Ardis Reynolds, master-mind scientist, brewing up a formula for a rocket to send the capital up to cloud seven. For some reason we left this area quickly. From Parris Island, the Parris Island Loverboy Bob Guidaboni waved to us from the shore. In Miami we were upset to find millionaire playboy, Henry LeValley, resting uncomfortably in the hospital awaiting the decision of Dr. James M. Bonnar III. However Henry ' s nurses, Carol Gray, Georgene Pohlman, and Joan Leonardo were trying to make him as comfortable as pos- sible. Just as we left, Dr. Bonnar ' s secretary, Patricia Rogers, came in with the decision; but at this untimely moment we took our leave. Our next stop was at Lackland Air Force Base in San Antonio, Texas, where we found Captain Ed Lizotte and Lieutenant Jon Harris desperately trying to wake up Bruce DesRosiers who had fallen asleep at the controls at an altitude of 20,000 feet! It looked as if Janice Pierce, airline nurse, would have her first assignment. Later in Brazil we found Tom Richards in a tree on his banana plantation vainly trying to capture a banana-stealing monkey. However, we had trouble discerning which was the monkey! In Bolivia we came across Kathleen McDonald and her companions Rebecca Peabody and Mary Jane Travis who had finally succeeded in pursuading the cannibals to give up their traditional profession. Overwhelmed by the heat, we decided to travel on. We crossed the Atlantic as guests on a Navy ship. We were treated like dignitaries by the sailors who included Roy Parker, George Dubord, Chester Pittsley, and Bill Robbins. The only one who suffered illness on board was Carol Ger- rior, the ship ' s dietician. Navy nurse, Judy Wilcox, blamed the illness on overeating. Boom, Boom! Here we are in the refreshing? climate of South Africa! Who do we find but Jean Morgan writing a book called Spear Throwing Can Be Fun. Crossing the Sahara we were refreshed at Dennis McGunagle ' s Hot Dog Stand. We were served by camel hops Barbara Oliver and Lindora Cabral. Barbara re- marked that noted psychiatrist Susan Edgerly, with her patient Bonnie Blais, had passed through only a few days before on their way to Dr. Austin ' s mental center in England. From the Sahara we took a giant step to Madrid. In- trigued by screaming crowds, we were drawn to the site of a bull fight. Who should we see but Richard Ryder as a toreador. — Oh, No! — The bull has confused Dick ' s red hair with his red cape! He need not worry, though, for Spain ' s most beautiful seniorita, Bette Pitts is cheering him on. Here comes another rose — Good Luck, Dick. In gay Paris we saw starving artists Joan Boothman and Pat Dunham, who were painting a mural for the mansion of Countess Linda Austin. As we flew from Paris on our way 29