Methuen High School - Memories Yearbook (Methuen, MA)

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CLASS WILL BARBARA LAWTON BETH TOBIA We, the Class of 1967 of Tenney Memorial High School, Methuen, Massachusetts, being as sound in mind and body as possible, and realiz- ing that the time has come to leave these classic halls forever, do hereby make public this, our last will and testament. I, Pete May, leave to the Admiral , one full scale banana boat so he can patrol the third floor corridor. We, Glen, Ron, Fred, Pete, Tim, leave to Mr. Lister one pound of cheese. We, the boys in second period physics class, leave to Mr. Russell one block of sandpaper to remove all the chemical formulas from the desks. We, the seniors who have been fortunate enough to have him, leave Mr. Jennings a fresh supply of student teachers. We, Jane Worster and Marcia Perrault, leave Mr. Fredette a bathrobe so he won ' t have to borrow Mr. Jennings ' . We, Shirley Desrocher and Jeanne Haldane, leave some junior all our library duties. We, Ann Corey and Terri Mesiti, leave our loud laughs to echo forever in the halls of Tenney. We, Marsha Clamp and Sue Diodati, leave our hotel room in New York to any deserving sophomore Y-Teen member. I, Lynda Barrett, leave to Mr. Fradette a full 6 month supply of No Grow , the new scalp treatment. We, Third period algebra class, leave Mr. Russell Smith one can of oil for his shoes. I, Judy Lippold, leave to Ronnie Simoes my trumpet mute. We, the occupants of room 217, leave to our homeroom teacher Mrs. Monroe, a recording of Good morning, students. I, Randy Riccio, leave to members of the class of 1968 my book en- titled How to Stay Out of School All Year With One Cold We, Ted, Randy, Nick, and Pete, leave the last four seats in room 313 to anyone who wants to play 45 ' s. I, Janice Malendrino, leave to Mr. Hannigan one patrol leader ' s badge so he can patrol the third floor with authority. I, Tim Ford, leave to next year ' s lunch periods a section of cafeteria ceiling spotted with various fruits and vegetables. We, Tim, Pete, Fred, Ron, and Glen, leave Mr. Russell Smith one Humphrey Bogart Get Tough Manual I, Joyce Borrun, leave Linda Vancoppernolle my dilapidated cheering sneakers. I, Bev Brown, leave my empty seats in Mr. Fradette ' s room to any blonde who can sit there for 2 periods in a row. We, the third period algebra class, leave to Mr. Russell Smith, one gyroscope to keep him from rocking on his feet. We, Harri, Bev, Peggy, Eddie, and Joe, leave our unfinished works of art to Linda Bardsley, better known as Chip. We, the French students of first period, leave Mr. Gagne our educa- tion which has been so sadly neglected. We, Bette Ann Hajjar and Mai Clarke, leave Mr. Russell Smith a loud speaker so that his future classes may hear him. I, Sam Naddif, leave my permanent desk in detention hall and request that it is taken good care of for sentimental reasons. I, June Zazour, leave Mrs. Lockaby my Algebra II book with all the answers in it in hopes that one of her students can pass next year. I, Chris Devaney, leave Denney McKinney 3 cartons of Elmer ' s Wood Grip all purpose glue. I, Barbara Lawton, leave to a member of next year ' s cheering squad my ability to clap my hands and stamp my feet at the same time. We, Cindy Suzedelys and June Longo, leave Mr. Gagne a lifetime supply of Canadian paper so he won ' t have to rip it off the ceiling. I, Lynn Turchi, leave to my sister Debbie all the fun I had during high school. We, Shirley Desrocher, Margaret Feoli, Linda Floyd, Jean Haldane, leave Miss Lange our private little corner. I, Dianne Maziars, leave to some blonde my seat in Mr. Duncan ' s home- room. I, Margaret Feoli, leave Barbara Herman all my jobs in room 215. I, Judy Lippold, leave Carol Adamson one half full drippy bottle of white shoe polish for her majorette boots next year, hoping she won ' t make the Mess on the girl ' s locker room floor that I did. I, Donna DiNatale, leave to my little brother Dino a front seat in room 307 with the Admiral. We, Joe Buglione, and Ed Joaquin, leave Miss Skiba one bottle of aspirin to relieve her period six headaches. We, Donna DiNatle, Marion Groves, and Charlotte Spinello, leave Miss Skiba in peace. We, Doreen, Marion, Donna, Linda, Coleen, Loraine, leave to Louie, Kathy, and Karen our sloppy, noisy, and cute lunchtable. I, Marion Groves, leave my sister Maryalice the thrill of being in a class with Mr. Melia. I, Dennis Elias, leave Mrs. Hovanasian a giant megaphone. We, Tim Ford, and Dennis Elias, leave to Mr. Russell Smith a smile from ear to ear. We, Joyce Carlson and Mary Ellen Harris, leave to some deserving junior girls two uneaten lunches that were wasted on two very special boys. I, Yvette Demers, leave Mr. Fradette and Mr. Jennings a book with 1,000 jokes so they can remember me and my funny laugh each time they laugh. I, Dennis Elias, leave to Miss Coulson one large bottle of instant coffee, one large box of tea bags, and one large box of Stella Doro ' s Assorted Cookies. I, Keith Stetson, leave to Mr. Russell a new slide rule so that he will be able to figure out the problems before the class does. We, the members of last year ' s period five English class in room 216 leave to Mrs. Hershfield all the love and respect due to a wonderful woman, a great teacher, and a dear friend. We, Jackie Ciras, Mai Clarke, Lynn Turchi, Marion Winward, Nancy Wetmore, Betty-ann Hajjar, Elaine Heffernan, Bev Vogel, Sara Han- sen, and Eileen Cunningham leave to a group of juniors one well- gossipped on lunch table with too few chairs. I, Bev Vogel, leave to Irving True, our family in hopes that he will be a good father to all our brood. We, the seniors of Mrs. Lockaby ' s third period Algebra II class, leave her for her own personal use one electric heater for her warm and inviting daily class. I, Karol Kalil, leave one used camel to those converted camel jockies, Smitty and Tuna Fish. We, the senior girls of Sylvester table leave to Mr. Rimas the names of all the buffaloes that Buffalo Bill killed to be used in a quiz next year. I, Tina Dobrzynski, leave to Diane Freije my Girl Friday Kit which includes a large bottle of tranquilizers to be used whenever Mr. Gagne finds a job for her. I, Janice Dawson, leave to my beloved friend, Doreen Paplaskas, one large but dirty gymsuit, which may be too big for her. I, Marthe Venti, leave to Roberta Borelli my favorite mirror so that she may continue to use it on the bus every day. I, Janice Dawson, leave to the lovely Jacobbucci twins one badly torn French dictionary, plus a copy of La Bourgeois Geritilhomme even though they ' re Italians. We, the boys of Mrs. Hershfield ' s third period study, leave her 400 pounds of used chewing gum. I, Fred Nassar, leave Mr. Gurry one wrench to tighten the loose nut behind the wheel of his scout. We , Joyce Desrocher and Suzy Schruender, leave Patti Paine with two lonely years. We, Lorraine Pellerin and Cindy Croteau, leave Mr. Gurry six cents worth of gas at whatever station he wishes to purchase it from. I, Nancy Russell, leave to my sister, Jane, a four year headache of writing columns for the Sun. We, Ray Foley, Tom Tinney, and Bill Caron leave to Sergeant Mc- Dermott one used sign for next year ' s lunch periods. I, John Moschetto, leave to Mr. Duncan my great catching ability. We, Linda Cubelli, Marie Panto, and Sharon Coco leave to the under- classmen all the lost and stolen gymsuits, socks, and sneakers.

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And eight more girls, our majorettes, we did reward, (capt. Harriet Kiriajes, Barbara Perkins, Joyce Desrocher, Nancy Russell, Linda Aubert, Cheryl Wilson, Mary Ellen Harris, Jan Shafer and Kim Lodge) Our girls anxiously awaited the coming year During which they would devotedly twirl and cheer. As our junior year came to a close, Two of our classmates the D.A.R. chose To receive medals. As the story goes, Both Suzy Schruender and Tom LeClair Were the worthy chosen pair. The Honor Society induction was a May event To the front of the auditorium these students were sent (Barbara Addison, Linda Barret, Bev Brown, Tina Dobrynski, Mike Federico, Joe Grossman, Dorothy Hillner, Bill Kaupinis, Bill Laffin, Barbara Lawton, Tom Le Clair, Kim Lodge, Mary Lee Moyniham, Jan Pankauski, Marcia Perrault, Jan Shafer, Joanne Sierpina, Kathy Smith, Keith Stetson, Cindy Suzadelys, Beth Tobia, and Marion Winward) In recognition of their scholastic accomplishment. Soon it was time their officers to elect. And these were the ones they did select. (Pres. Mike Federico, V.P. Bill Laffin, Sec. C. Suzadelys, Treas. Tom Le Clair, Hist. Mary Lee Moyniham) We were through with history and Manter Hall And Hamlet ' s To be or not to be, In our senior year we ' d have a ball For never until then had we Such status and priority over all. Again it was time for class elections. In our candidates we desired perfection. These officers (Pres. Pete May, V.P. Eileen Cunningham, Sec. Sara Hanson, Treas. Harriet Kiriajes, S.C. T. LeClair, B. Tobia, S. Schruender, K. Brown, N. Langevin, A. Gross) were our selection. They would represent us for one short year. Little did we realize graduation was so near. To the Yearbook Staff Mr. Lister appointed fifteen, And Editor Ellen Kenney led this team (Beth Tobia, Cynthia Suzedelys, Bill Laffin, Mike Federico, Janice Shafer, Kim Lodge, Tom LeClair, Kathy Smith, Joanne Sierpina, Barbara Addison, Marcia Perrault, Ron Kobrenski, Mary Lee Moynahan, Barbara Lawton) They worked tirelessly from afternoon till dusk, And never did they complain or fuss. Their bo ok of books they held in great esteem. Kim Lodge was the editor of the Blue and White. She worked with a crew who would diligently write To meet the deadlines was the writer ' s plight. Bill Kaupinis, Jan Shafer, Barbara Addison, and Bill Laffin each headed a page, And built the paper stage by stage. Our football team was captained by three, Fred Nassar, Bob Feugill, and Al Daigle led the motley crew We heartily cheered our Rangers true. Much courage and vigor they did display As they practiced and played on Saturdays. In an open convertible three girls did ride. Over the Homecoming game, Football Queen Elaine Heffernon would preside Her attendants Ann Gross and Sara Hanson sat by her side. The girls were as happy as they could be, And we all agreed they were a lovely three. The members of the cross country team ran, And leading them were Dan O ' Rourke and Tom Trussell, their captains At this time girls ' sports also began. The field hockey team was second in the league Under Janice Fugge and JoAnne Martone ' s ready and able lead. In October at the Cadet Hop, These officers came out on top, Col. Ron Kobrenski, Lt. Col. Richie Waithe, Maj. Pete May, and Maj. Bill Kaupinis were the cream of the crop. Next they announced who the Cadet Queen would be Queen Eileen Cunningham, Beth Tobia, and Carolyn Smith were the three. December eighth was opening night, And for Mrs. Hovanasian, Marian Winward, and Leo Croteau, the play- turned out right. In Boys and Ghouls Together, Leading the cast, Were Count Dean Allen and Letha Jane Worster looking aghast. And our play out did those of the past. Basketball, Baseball, and Track were three fine teams The captains of each were held in esteem. The basketball team, Dan O ' Rourke did lead, It was Joe Buglione the baseball team did heed, And of Phil Sparta, our track captain, much we would read. To Student Government Day, Students did swarm From every Middlesex village and town, To run the legislature for a single day. His ability to lead Bill Laffin did display, As he ran the state in the American way. Our girls ' basketball and softball teams received much praise, For after practicing for many days, The League Championship they both did claim. Paula Pagliuso and Carol MIechko received much fame, For the way Miss Bailey coached the games. The Best of ' 67 was easy to choose. With our King and Queen, how could we lose? Mai Clarke and Pete May reigned with a regal touch Over a class which to us has meant so much. As our senior year was coming to an end, Our Prom, Camelot, we all did attend. The night was a dream for every lass and lad, And though we ' ll long remember all the fun we had, The finality of the evening made us sad. On June eighth came our graduation. Valedictorian Janice Pankauski, Salutatorian Bill Laffin, Honor Essayist Cynthia Suzedelys, and Class Day Orators Marcia Perrault and Bill Kaupinis stood in acclamation. As each graduate received his diploma in the cap and gown he wore, We sadly bid farewell to Tenney ' s closing door. You know the rest which we have not told, Of finals passed by just a hair, Of victories we have always shared, And characters we have tried to mold. Our memories of Tenney we ' ll always hold dear Recollections of four short happy years.

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We, Lorraine Pellerin and Cindy Croteau, leave Miss Lange some broken machines. We, Janice Fugge and Jo-anne Martone, leave Pam Kus and Nancy Appleyard all our bruises and pains we have received in our years of field hockey. I, Bill Caron, leave to Mr. McDermott one cherry bomb to throw out his classroom window next year. I, Marie Panto, leave one cupcake to Mr. Constantineau. We, Linda Aubert and Nancy Russell, leave to any deserving junior permanent passes to the gym. I, Fred Nassar, leave to Rusty Florenze and Bob Deschene, the aches and pains, the cold showers, and a book on How to Argue With the Reffs for next year ' s football season. I, Judy Mooshien, leave to John Nastasia, free lunches for one year, and the right to borrow money whenever he pleases. We, the officers of the band — Gerry Quintal, Barbara Addison, and Elaine Heffernan, leave Mr. Tarlian one blue Barbie Roll sweater so that he may wear it to the football games instead of his green one. I, Janice Shafer, leave my car, Rumble Guts, to Rick Hoffman with the hope that she will bring into his life all the novelty and variety that she has brought into mine. We, Claudia, Ann, Bev and Tina, leave four slightly soiled dust rags a can of cleaning fluid, three days of hard work, and a lot of dust to next year ' s delegation for cleaning the trophy case. I, Tina Dobrzynski, leave to Mr. Gagne one very messy filing cabinet and sincere apologies for never getting around to cleaning it. I, Mike Federico, leave my part in the senior play to some lucky- senior of next year. I, Claudia Houston, leave Mr. Jennings a non-skid ice cube. I, Sharon Allen, leave to Mr. William Russell, a moth eaten lab coat with the Hong Cong Crud . I, Lynn Turchi, leave my seat on the bench during Softball season to any deserving underclassman. I, Sharon Allen, leave to Jane Pitman my African ring and our private little joke. I, Robert Whitaker, leave Tiffy Nelson a whole bag of his favorite silver mint candies for next year. I, Jim Hoegan, leave to Mr. Fradette and Mr. Jennings each an unused cup and an ice cube. We, Claire, Janice, Tom, Pete, Edgar, Richie, Nick, Beth, and Jane of sixth period study leave to Mr. Heggarty silence as it always was. We, Lorraine Pellerin and Cindy Createau, leave Miss Chadwick our tardy slips. We, Maureen Slattery and Valencia Napoli, leave next year ' s cadet secretaries all the gossip, all the cleaning rags, 183 days to work for the corps, all the patience necessary to look for lost drumsticks, and bearing the noise on Wednesdays, and finally all the great times we have had during the past year. I, Jim Hoegan, leave to Mr. Gagne page 71 in my French workbook. I, Bryce Wilson, leave to Mrs. Monroe my great spelling ability. I, Marsha Clamp, leave to Mr. Duncan, a dislocated thumb for future football games. We, the senior boys, leave Miss Chadwick a micro mini skirt. I, Sharon Allen, leave Mr. Law my efforts toward our new Nurses ' club and my many trips to his office. We, Linda Kachadorian and Carol Avadesian, leave Mrs. Hershfield with a quiet third period study next year on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I, Dennis Elias, leave to Mr. Lister his detention hall. We, the senior boys, leave Herbie the janitor a date on What ' s my line. We, Maureen Slattery and Valencia Napoli, leave to Mr. Huebner a megaphone, a bottle of aspirin, and all the courage and luck in the world. We, Mr. Fradette ' s fifth period class, leave him a class that could never be our replacement. I, Dennis Elias, leave Mr. Lister a radar system to track down the kids running to lunch. We, Lorraine Pellerin and Cindy Croteau, leave Mrs. Hughes book reports. We, Maureen Slattery and Valencia Napoli, leave Company B a year ' s supply of bubble gum to be distributed at every drill practice by Jeff Grenda and Dave Zappala. We, the class of 1967, leave to Mr. Beaumont, of course, an unbreak- able P.A. system. I, Linda Kachadorian, leave to any junior girl, the job of visiting Mr. Rimas every third period. We, the senior cheerleaders, leave to next year ' s squad a year ' s supply of dimes to buy cokes and coughdrops for the football and basketball games. I, Harriet Kiriages, leave to Nancy Ruffin Mr. Taralian. I, Sharon Allen, leave Miss Pearson the broken typewriter first row fourth seat which triple spaces when it should single space on timings. We, Maureen Slattery and Valencia Napoli, leave to the Drum and bugle corps bugles for next year ' s affairs and as many pairs of ear- plugs as they need. I, Jim Hoegan, leave Jay Messina twenty-five pounds. I, Nancy Russell, leave one pair of worn out boots, one dented baton, and a pair of sore feet to Loraine Longo. I, Linda Aubert, leave the name Bull to any deserving person at Miss Bailey ' s decision. We, Lynn Turchi and Bev Vogel, leave Mr. Jennings one patrol belt and one shiny badge with our fondest regards so that he may patrol his end of the second floor. I, Jim Hoegan, leave to Mr. Lister 2 alka selzers, for his head must be spinning at the thought of losing us. I, Harriet Kiriages, leave Mr. Gagne peace and quiet. I, Sharon Allen, leave Miss Chadwick my broken pieces of pastels after finishing her Christmas mural. We, Rita Thomas and Janice Malendrino, leave to any two sneaky juniors the right to take two lunches. I, Linda Aubert, leave to Franny Tulley, one bent baton, one tight uniform, a pair of boots with holes in the bottom, and one too small hat. We, the girls of Mr. Fradette ' s 6th period algebra class, leave him our phone numbers. I, Linda Franciosa, leave Mr. Jones one quiet sixth period study. We, Janice Malendrino, June Longo, Claire Marcoux, and Roseanne Lucciano, leave to any four juniors our lockers behind the swinging doors where we have been squeezed in, locked in and bruised in an unmentionable place. I, Sharon Allen, leave Cheryl Boumilla our jokes before school. We, Mr. Fradette ' s first and third period classes, leave his barber one lawn mower to cut Mr. Fradette ' s hair with. We, the Tigers, Leave Mr. Duncan one slightly used football. We, Mr. Smith ' s sixth period problems class, leave him a piece of unbreakable glass for his back door. We, two seniors in second period gym class, leave Pat St. Jean a volley ball. I, Sharon Allen, leave Mrs. Kern a new set of sheets, 4 cans of dirt, and a beat up hospital bed for her future nurses. We, the former students of Mr. Rimas, leave him our unfinished check-ups. We, Bill Caron, Leo Croteau, Ray Foley, and Tom Tinney, leave to Herbie a screw driver to fix the water bubbler so it won ' t wet the kids at lunch. I, Tina Dobrzynski, leave to Mr. Gagne, I, Claudia Houston, leave to Jay Messina, a 40 year old gifted Italian. I, Eileen Cunningham, leave Jeff Yanagi, my extra inches in hopes that he will someday join the league of giants. I, Joseph Jacinto, leave to Frank DiAngelis, a pair of scissors from my Art I class. I, Sharon Allen, leave Mr. Jennings an A on my term paper about types of women in Idles of the King . I, Sadie Mi lad, leave Miss Sherman, 25 homework papers and my ripped up algebra book. I, Terri Messiti, leave Mr. Meliaall the nylons that I ruined on my desk in art class. We, Lynn Turchi and Cynthia Suzedelys, leave some poor juniors our cherished seats in the back of Mr. Fradetts room. We, Duncan ' s Dolls, leave Mr. Duncan our two defeats. We, Mai Clarck, Lynn Turchi, and Marion Winward, leave to Mr. Agostino one bird to keep him company during lunch. I, Bev Brown, leave to some unsuspecting junior, my slightly used place at the book mobile. We, Janice Fugge and Linda Eaton, leave to Mr. Duncan one penny and a pass to wherever he wants to go in search of whatever he ' s look- ing for. We, Linda Eaton and Maureen Slattery, leave to Jane Pitman all the jokes we shared in our Art II class. I, Claudia Houston, leave to Ken Wetmore one old and soggy shoe to fit into his mouth every time he opens it, How does it taste? PRESENTED AND WITNESSED THIS FIFTH DAY OF JUNE IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD NINETEEN HUNDRED SIXTY-SEVEN.