Millbury Memorial High School - Aftermath Yearbook (Millbury, MA)

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Gredliotaven) 5 My boat for South America was delayed for a whole week, so I decided to make a tour of California. I hired a car and started my tour by investigating some orange groves just outside San Francisco. Pm not too good a driver and so the inevitable happened—I ran into a large orange tree. The owners came dashing out to see what had happened and, even though I was dazed, I was glad to see who they were. Celina Perry led the group, followed by Rosalind Richard, Eleanor Tolman, and Geraldine LaBreck. My luck seemed to be good, for they failed to charge me for the mutilated tree. The car, however, was badly dam- aged; and, as | knew no one in the con- cern from which I had rented it, I was forced into a court in San Francisco. I chose for my attorneys the firm of Kotel, Mooney, and Moss. These names sounded familiar but whoever heard of women lawyers! Nevertheless, that’s just what they were—Genevieve Kotel, Elizabeth Mooney, and June Moss. The opposing attorney, I learned, was that great lawyer, Donald Moe. How could I lose, surround- ed by all those former classmates; and, believe it or not, I was acquitted of all charges. After that trying experience in court, I decided to have a rest. My sailing date was still three days away so I had plenty of time to go to the beach for a couple cf days. This time I went by bus. The hotel I stayed at was right on the ocean- side and so I went for a swim. I had al- ways been a good swimmer but I guess i overestimated my ability. Quite a dis. tance from shore | began to sink. To my rescue came several people, among whom UMISSIUNS AN While traveling on an important re- search expedition through the wildest, darkest jungle of Africa, I found myself deserted by my safari and helplessly alone without food, water, or adequate shelter. Sitting dejectedly on a large rock and longing for the comforts of home, I was suddenly startled by a rustling of the leaves in the large vine-covered tree under which I was sitting. Frightened by the thought that some lurking wild beast was preparing to spring on my back, | quickly jumped to my feet in time to see a lithe, leopard-clad body swing dizzily from a long vine and land on the ground directly Per Ue alte I saw Elinor Fleming, a store executive there for a rest; Margaret Donnelly, a beauty consultant there on business; and Robert Lucas, the lifeguard of the beach. After the commotion had died down, I went into a restaurant to eat my lunch. Sitting next to me, a person said, “But, Betty, if you did that, John would have too many wives.” I turned to look and saw Betty Johnson arguing with a man. He turned out to be William LeClaire, script writer for Betty on her new radio program. After chatting with Betty, I found that another schoolmate of mine, Ada Cowan, had gone into radio. She was the sound-effects woman on Station KORN. I talked to them for awhile and as I rose to leave I accidently knocked over a bowl of soup, spilling the contents all over the lady next to me. I heard her scream; and, when I turned to look, there sat Shirley Fitton. Luckily for me, she wasn’t too angry. At my suggestion, we went next door to a hardware store to get some spot remover for her suit. The sign over the door said, “Fjellman Hardware Store, Doris Fjellman, Proprietor.” We went inside but instead of seeing Doris who was away on business, we met Bernice Crockett and Loretta LeClaire. These last two were junior partners in Doris’ store, which seemed to be a very profitable business. The time arrived for me to leave on the boat for South America. I got as far as the dock but I never did board the ship. After meeting all of my former cla ssmates, South America seemed to have lost all of its former attractiveness, so my tour be- gan and ended in the United States. RutH Moore Pivie SLla Na in front of me. Upon looking closer, I recognized the person to be the famous Queen of the Jungle, Tabu. Imagine my extreme surprise and pleasure when the queen turned out to be my old friend and former classmate of Millbury High, Ruth Moore. Ruth, I learned, had become disgusted with the monotony of life in a small town, so she had come to Africa to make her home. She also informed me that an un- known tribe of natives had made her queen and ruler of their small village, where she lived in a grass hut, had twenty servants, and lived a life of leisure. Goria J. HUNT

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Papal igre) oo Dot, it seems, really was going after some big butterflies, for she carried a shot gun. She told me, though, that she had heard of some big snakes in the Florida swamps and she was taking no chances. Margie, however, only carried a bowie knife. This group got off on the northern coast of Florida but I remained on the boat to the southern tip of the state. I landed at a small Florida town, and as I was walking up the pier I tripped over some- one’s fish poles lying in the way. I fell on a fresh catch of fish that was piled near the poles, and I was ready to scream when I saw who owned all this regalia. I looked up from my odious position and saw Allan Ojerholm, Walter Tebo, and Richard Jor- dan, who were known in that region as expert fishermen. Since the fish did not furnish a pleasant landing place, I welcomed my arrival at a spacious hotel near the ocean. It was only 8:00 in the evening when I entered the lobby of the hotel for a period of relax- ation. I had no sooner settled down when a crash resounded throughout the hotel. Some poor man couldn’t pay his bill in the dining room, and, after an exchange of words with the waiter, he was knocked unconscious by a chair. Panic reigned un- til an ambulance screamed to a halt out- side the hotel. In dashed a young doctor whom I recognized as Byron Angell. He quickly revived the financially embarrassed man and sent him on his way. Byron couldn’t talk long as he was in a hurry. Bob Johnson and Robert Young, two fam- ous speed drivers appearing at the Florida Arena, had just had a slight accident and Byron had to go to their aid. He had, however, the help of two capable nurses, Ruth Boutilier and Blanche Caron, so the job wasn’t too difficult. The next day my stay in Florida came to an end, and I boarded the train for San Francisco. The train on which I was riding was not a through one and it seemed to stop at every conceivable town along the way, regardless of size. We stopped at one town called Yoonamit, Texas, where it appeared some man was trying to get off. I heard him yelling, “Let me off. I’m supposed to meet some- one here.” The train was going to stop anyhow for a few minutes, and I thought I would like to see just whom he was go- ing to meet. The man got off and was immediately surrounded by girls. I had to take a second look, for those girls seem- ed very familiar. Sure enough, there was Emma Chapdelaine, Barbara Mains, Florence Sharp, and Beverly Baldwin. Pe H UES Ties tes tas They looked different in their cowboy suits, and when they turned their backs to me, I saw the reason why they wore those outfits. On their backs in large letters was spelled, “Millbury Dude Ranch” with their four names listed as proprietors. At least, they hadn’t for- gotten the good old town of Millbury, even when they were far away in Texas. The train didn’t stop long enough for me to talk with them and we were soon on our way again. Before long the train stopped in another town, so small that I can’t even remember the name. The weather was rather warm, as Texas weather is, and so this stop was going to be long enough for the passengers to step off the train to visit a small soda fountain nearby for a soft drink. I decided a coke would taste very good and so I went to this soda spa. I no sooner got inside when two females dashed out from behind the counter. Yes, it was Mildred Konkol and Betty May, partners in the soda fountain. The name of their spa was “Doncreap’s” after those famous Millbury fountains, Donovan’s and Crepeau’s. The train moved on, with its frequent stops, until it finally pulled into San Francisco. I got off the train, found a good hotel, and sat down to rest. Sud- denly, I started, “Where did I leave my pocketbook?” I decided that I must have dropped it on the way to the hotel, so I dashed off to the police station to ask for their assistance in looking for it. I ran hurriedly up to the desk of the first sergeant and almost forgot what I came for when I saw who it was . I had never seen a woman police officer before— particularly one who turned out to be Patricia Lindsey, my former classmate. When I finally told her the trouble I was in, she summoned some of her men and put them right on the job. The she sug- gested advertising my loss in the news- paper. So off we went to the largest newspaper in San Francisco, the San Francisco Scoop. The word “scoop” had a familiar ring, and well it should have, for the editor turned out to be Grace Welch. We were having a great time when in dashed an excited reporter with a hot tip. He was none other than Vernon Brown, ace reporter. Well, when the time came for me to leave, I reminded her of the advertisement regarding my lost purse. She called in her chief ad man, Dick Fairbanks, who immediately went to work. I returned to my hotel that evening, feeling sure that my lost article would be returned, and so it was, the very next day.

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KIRK G. ANDERSON “The wisdom of the many and the wit of one.” Kirk is the mischief maker of our class. His cheery attitude and winning smile are liked by everyone. Dramatic Club 1, 2; Glee Club 1; Motto Committee 4; Advertising Committee 4. MARJORIE L. ANDERSON “Silence is golden.” Marjorie is one of the quieter girls in our class, but her friends know her to be tops. Glee Club 3. BYRON H. ANGELL “We measure men by their character, not by success.” “By” is an optimistic lad who greets everyone with a smile. This will be a great help in his medical career. Basketball Manager 4; Dramatic Club 1, 2; Glee Club 1; Science Club 4; Prom Committee 3, 4. MERTIE E. ANGELL ‘Wisdom is better than rubies.” Here is Mertie, our very efficient class treasurer for four years. How she ever collected all the dues is a mystery to us. Class Treasurer 1, 2, 3, 4; Reflectorette 3, 4: AFTERMATH 4; Field Hockey 2, 3, 4; Science Club 4; Dramatic Club 1, 2; Class Day Speaker 4; Prom Com- mittee 3, 4. BEVERLY A. BALDWIN “The only way to shine in this false a i on “ a3 world is to be modest and unassuming. Although Beverly is another quiet girl in the class, she is well liked and has a pleasant smile for everyone. Dramatic Club 1, 2; Glee Club 1, 2, 3. SHIRLEY A. BERTRAND A pretty girl is like a melody.” Shirley’s lovely teeth and hair are well known to the class, as are her winning smile and personality. Her many friends will testify that success is a certainty for her. Dramatic Club 1, 2; Glee Club 1, 2. DONALD E. BOUCHER “A youth of speed and dash.” “Butch” has plenty of pep, and he cer- tainly put it to use as fullback on the ’45 football team. Football 4; Dramatic Club 1, 2; Prom Committee 3. RUTH O. BOUTILIER “Smile and the world smiles with you.” Ruth has been a mainstay on the field hockey and basketball teams throughout her four years in high school. Her pleasing smile and personality insure her success. AFTERMATH 4; Basketball 2, 3, 4 (Cap- tain) ; Field Hockey 2, 3, 4 (Co-Cap- tain) ; Biology Club 2; Dramatic Club 1; Glee Club 1, 2, 3 (Secretary). GEORGE R. BRADY “Upon what meat does this our Caesar feed, that he has become so great.” “Tanker” is one of the “bigger’’ boys in the class. Many of our football Opponents can attest to this, as George was a letterman the past two years. Reflectorette 3, 4; Football 3, 4; School Play 3; Science Club 4; Prom Com- mittee 3. BETTY I. BRAMAN “Silence is more eloquent than words.” Betty is a very quiet girl, but she has a friendly disposition which is bound to bring her future happiness. Glee Club 1, 2.