Milford High School - Oak Lily and Ivy Yearbook (Milford, MA)

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The Class of 193$ Faces Future With Confidence But Regrets Parting OUR CLASS OFFICERS, Daly Piteo, vice- president; Jake Heitin, president; Buff Butter- worth, secretary (standing) ; Ray Mainini, treasurer; and Gusta Copper, historian, (stoop¬ ing) gladly pose for this “dignified” photograph. As the old maestro says, “The time has come for au revoir and pleasant dreams.” When green but growing we entered this revered institution of learning four eventful years ago, the farthest thought from our minds was graduation, but here we are . . . Before we go, however, we wish to recall a few choice incidents. The time: Early part of the school year . . . The set¬ ting: A schoolroom; a teacher is giving a hearing test to a student. She whispers a number; the student repeats it . . . Teacher (Softly) : 25 . . . Pupil (Anxious¬ ly) 25? . . . Teacher: Yes. 14 . . . Pupil: 14? . . . Teacher: Yes; 19 . . . Pupil: 19? . . . Teacher: Yes; 32 . . . Pupil: 32? . . . Gleeful voice from back of room: “Beano!” Did you know that a certain respect¬ ed male returned the first long pants suit he ever owned because there were no sleeves to the vest? . . . The traditional de¬ bate and dispute over the costume of the graduating class took place again this year . . . Amid great confusion, coupled with heated debate, all proposals went down to an ignominious defeat . . . except the traditional garb of dark coats and flannels for the boys, and white evening gowns for the girls . . . During the meet¬ ing, one of the girls made a suggestion which met with immediate disfavor from one of our more enthusiastic male class¬ mates ... In a flash, Andy Bernardi was on his feet, loudly protesting the measure. “Why should we boys,” he said, “be ruled by what the girls want?” . . . The person conducting our meeting evidently knew the answer, for he answered, “You just wait a few years!” . . . And did we laugh! On the morning of our examinations some of us were standing in a group di¬ gesting some last minute information . . . One of our classmates rushed over to us and frantically demanded a razor blade . . . Somewhat astonished and firmly believing that the chap in desperation had lost his nerve and wished to have his ashes cre¬ mated, we hastily tried to quiet the boy and comfort him with the declaration that 20

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WE ALSO SPEAK OF ENGLISH . . . How well we remember the pro¬ gram ! . . . Monday, oral or written com¬ position (the latter of which met with our approval) ; Tuesday and Wednesday, grammar; Thursday and Friday, classic . . . spelling and vocabulary drill every day . . . Macbeth and its many lessons in¬ terested us so much so that we think Shakespeare was human after all . . . Burke’s speech . . . let’s skip it . . . Re¬ member the essentials of a short story? . . . and Johnson’s “morbid propensity to sloth and procrastination”? Milton wasn’t bad either . . . Poetry? Well Professor Illingworth is always welcome . . . Those essays! Biography, Constitution, Wings! . . . AND OF HISTORY That everything goes in three’s and four’s we are positive ... So many instan¬ ces of this thought came up, or were brought to our attention, that we question it no longer. In fact, we thought of suing Dr. Dafoe of Dionne fame. With maps and scrapbooks galore, daily dictation, and exams we became further acquainted with the manner in which our forefathers met the problem of their day, profited by past experiences, and (for the sake of a third) laid the ground work so successfully that subsequent leaders had but to smooth off any rough edges. . . . AND OF FRENCH “Alors commencons.” We then start out. We place our homework papers on our desk, where they are carefully checked by our instructor. We receive our sentence and go to the board. Woe be unto him who has forgotten l’exercise pour le jour or who is unable to “tradiussez en anglais.” Really we can’t ever think of France without hav¬ ing pleasant thoughts about an instructor who has instilled in us a fondness for the country and language, and who has won the love of all her students. Whether it be an claire de la lune or in the beautiful country of Carcassonne, Miss Pianca will be with us in memory. . . . AND OF THE OFFICE. The office . . . the hub of our school and where our esteemed principal held sway . . . where Miss Evelyn Moore, the gracious and efficient secretary patiently issued us our slips for tardiness or absence . . . where the timid Freshman entered . . . where the proud Sophomore went with conscious possessiveness . . . where the dig¬ nified Junior appeared . . . where the so¬ phisticated Senior made his entry in satis¬ fied familiarity, which, however was mingled with regret, for he realized that the time was approaching when he would enter this hallowed room no more. May the new office offer as many pleasant mem¬ ories for succeeding classes as the tempor¬ ary one did for us. a-TxU Ma -TTltnrt, adrnjp cr { V, Urje-J — JC Sjh

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the exams weren’t that bad . . . Quite an¬ noyed he said, “What are you talking about?” . . . He hastily assured us that he wished only to sharpen his pencil before the bell rang . . . Was our face red! . . . Not so very long ago, a few of the Senior boys and girls went to town to enjoy the open house day which Boston University was conducting . . . They took in every¬ thing . . . even the tea and cakes which were offered at the girls’ dormitory . . . We have it from a very reliable source that one of the gentlemen of the party didn’t sweeten his tea because he didn’t know how to manipulate the prongs which were provided with the lump sugar ... We are pleased to print that Roy Cutter filled us with pride when his essay “ Wings Across America ” was awarded fifth prize in the state essay Air-Mail contest. Nice work Roy . . . and now, facing the future with confidence we bid farewell to our school and the lasting friendships which she fostered. . . . But still we ramble on. We often heard father and mother, brother and sister, principal and teacher say that the days spent in high school are about the best one could want. Sometimes, of course, we thought that they said that merely to have us apply ourselves more diligently to our lessons. There is no doubt but what they were happy. We seemed to be living in a little world of our own. We had our lead¬ ers, we had our followers; we had our romances, we had our quarrels; we had our Rebeccas; we had our Penrods; we had our own problems to solve and our own limitations to face. But we always had an understanding principal and faculty as our friends. As we reflect, we marvel at the patience which they demonstrated under many conditions. They have developed in us a love of the past and, we repeat, a feel¬ ing of confidence for the future. IN REVIEW President . Jacob Heitin Vice-President . Adelaide Piteo Secretary . Florence Butterworth Treasurer . Raymond Mainini Valedictorian . Margery Kerr Salutatorian . Josephine Parente Third Honor .. Rose Piscitello Historian . Augusta Copper Prophet . John Greene Writer of Will . Edward Dugan Pianist . Evelyn Calabrese Class Motto .... To Thine Own Self Be True Class Flower . American Beauty Rose ! :. ■ . l ■: r Jfyg r r - W 1 PI- LJ1 J JKJL a- mi jam- pgjj L . . MW far m ' mpL w v £5 R. «r Pf— - mis If- - w r v rp |(j, ■ I 21