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

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Apovess of Welcovne PARENTS, TEACHERS, CLASSMATES AND FRIENDS: This afternoon’s program marks the opening of Senior Week activities which climax our four years at Millbury High School. Realizing that for the Class of 1947 high school days have ended, we regret that the time has passed so quickly and that now we must part. It is fitting, therefore, to express publicly our gratitude to our parents who have given to us pleasures-and educational opportunities which many of them could not enjoy. We also thank the members of the faculty who have patiently and wisely guided us in our scholastic endeavors. Today is a day for reminiscing. Marks, tests, homework, and the everyday problems of school life no longer beset us. We recall now the humorous little incidents which made our school days enjoyable, the friendships that have grown stronger with time, and the scholastic, athletic and social achievements of individual members of the class. All these things taken together have made four happy years—perhaps, the happiest years of our lives. It is with pleasure that I bid you to review with us the highlights of our high school days at these, our Class Day exercises. GEORGE GALLACHER Clase as: (Worps AND Music By EvEtyn BEeRGstTROoM) Verse: Verse: Days of study, sports. and play, The future hes before us now, With fellow classmates day after day; Each one of us will face it somehow; These happy past four years have seemed to fly, To college, or perhaps the working world, The time has come for parting and goodbye. A different task awaits each boy and girl. We'll not forget the good times we’ve had, It doesn’t matter how far we’ll go, The fun, the pleasures, and we might add, Each graduate will realize and know, That from our hearts we know that this is true, That, Millbury High, you’ve given us our start, These many happy memories we owe to you. We dedicate these words to you—they’re from our hearts. Chorus: Millbury High, our days are drawing to an end, We're leaving you. To us you’ve been a loving friend; You’ve given us so many mem’ries cherished and dear, Of friendships, joys and laughter, Always to be revered. Oh, Millbury High, with gratitude we’re here today, Alma Mater, listen to us while we say— We, the Class of ’47, pledge our loyalty, To you, dear school, farewell, farewell, to thee.

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and more of our members went out for sports. Every club contained some repre- sentative from the Class of ’47; we managed to have one of us in office in each. Barbara Collette was Secretary of the Biology Club; Jack Hayes, Vice-president of the Science Club; and Roy Adams and Evelyn Berg- strom, President and Secretary, respectively, of th e French Club. Jack Hayes was Editor-in-Chief of the Reflector and several of our members were constant contributors to both our school newspaper and our school magazine. Evelyn Bergstrom, Shirley Dunn, Will Caron, Bill Berthiaume, and Peg Norton made up the committee which set out in search of a photographer to take our lovely class pictures. Nothing unusual occurred to mark the even tenor of our ways. Our subjects were somewhat harder than they had been; we studied more (at least that is what we said). About this time some of the girls acquired bangs and for a short while a few of the boys wore bow ties. The big event of the year was the Junior Prom. Everything came out right, espe- cially the decorations. No one ever thought fish so beautiful as those that decorated the Town Hall that night. Only the Decorating Committee knew what a job it had been to fashion tropical fish from cardboard and create a South Sea Island on the Town Hall curtain. ‘The Prom Committee chairmen were Shirley Crepeau, Bob LeClaire, Gloria Goulet, Theresa Lebel and George Gallacher. We shall never forget their good work. If the Class of 1947 is known for nothing else, it will certainly deserve the title of the best picnicking class in High School history, for we closed our Junior year with another picnic at Dot Lambert’s camp. Later in the month some of us had another get-together at Lake Wallum. September 1946—we were Seniors! It seemed hardly any time since we had strag- gled up the steps as Freshmen, but now we were ““The”’ class. As Seniors, we dominated the high school as every other class before us had done; but we firmly believed that we were twice as harried as any previous class had been. At our first class meeting we elected George Gallacher, President; Shirley Dunn, Vice-president; Isabell Hill, Secretary; and Bob Leclaire, Treasurer. Will Caron and Bob LeClaire were co-captains of football; Peg Norton was captain of field hockey and basketball; Dick Carlstrom, captain of the boys’ basketball team. Carolyn Kilmer was the Senior Captain of the Cheer Leaders. The French and Science Club officers were all Seniors including George Gallacher, Bob LeClaire, Jack Hayes, -Roy “Adams, and Marjorie Taylor. Ah, yes, we were busy little creatures, but there was still plenty of time for foolishness. Take for example the day the girls arrived in school complete with father’s shirt and tie, but minus the usual lipstick. Funny, how the boys didn’t seem to appreciate our costumes. In February, we held the annual Senior Prom, which was a complete success. The Town Hall was adorned with red and white streamers while an enormous heart covered the back-drop. But the highlight of the decorations was the life-sized cupid sus- pended from the ceiling. Praise for this artistic job goes to the Decorating Com- mittee headed by Shirley Crepeau. Other committee chairmen were Gloria Goulet, invitations; Theresa Lebel, orchestra; Bob LeClaire, tickets; and George Gallacher, general chairman. Several pleasant surprises marked our Senior year. One bright morning we dis- covered a new long mirror in the girls’ dressing room. ‘This article has added tre- mendously to the girls’ happiness and morale. Then, there was that never-to-be- forgotten night when Millbury topped Shrewsbury in basketball. Strange how the Senior year flew by. We were busy studying, writing papers, doing Lab work, practicing typing. In the early winter, we began to hold class meetings and we continued to do so right up to the end. And now, it is June 1947. Our Com- mencement Week has started and we are reminiscing over the last four years. I think we all agree that they have been and will be for us the “best years of our lives.” Marjorie TAYLOR

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CES rophecy On the morning of April 21, 1967, the postman rang my doorbell; when I answered it, he handed me a special delivery letter which I opened immediately and read: “Dear Theresa: “When I heard that you were flying to Europe for a week’s vacation, I wondered if you would do me a favor. I am the chair- man of the committee arranging the twenti- eth reunion of the Class of ’47. I understand that some members of our class are now in Paris and London. Would you be willing to get in touch w ith them and urge them to be in Millbury on June 3 for our big get- together? If you can do this for me, I shall be glad to send you a list of the people to contact. Sincerely yours, Peg Norton” I was thrilled at the idea of the twentieth reunion and of course, I was delighted to help Peggy in rounding up the members of 47. Peg, who was general supervisor of all gym instruction in the Millbury schools, would make a splendid chairman for the big event. I wrote at once and accepted the responsibility of seeing my classmates who were abroad. Two weeks later I went to New York to board the famous new B-37, the largest and fastest airplane in the world, for my trip to Paris. However, since the plane did not leave until the following day, I decided to do a little sightseeing. One of the places I wished to see was the Statue of Liberty. Almost at the very peak of the huge statue, I met a painter who, believe it or not, was John Graves. At last he had achieved his ambition to be the “Tops” in his work; well, he certainly had attained the top, even if the altitude was a bit dangerous. John was surprised and pleased to see me and invited me over to his house for dinner. He mentioned that ‘Carolyn’ would love it; then it was that I discovered he had married Carolyn Kilmer, the best cheer leader of her day. I could not accept his kind invitation, but we agreed to meet at the reunion. On the following day, the excitement of getting aboard the great clipper was tre- mendous; but after I had been comfortably settled in my nylon chair, I began to read a paper which I had bought in New York. The headlines read: ‘Rocket Ship Begins Weekly Service to Mars.” I was interested, So. lereads theurest o1 the articles» “Exactly one week from today at 3.00 p.m. a giant silver and red rocket ship will leave from New York for the first of weekly trips to Mars. At the controls will be Major Robert LeClaire of the United States Army Air Corps. The major will be in charge of a crack crew composed of Captain William Berthiaume, Lt. Laurie Cofske, Lt. Richard Bordeaux and Lt. Donald Mead. The Gallacher Rocket Ship was designed by Mr. George Gallacher of the famous Gal- lacher Rocket Works. The first woman president of the United States, Joan Vayo, and the Governor of New York, William Murphy, will be at the field when the ship takes off.” In the very same paper, amazingly enough, I read about another member of the Class of 47. John C. Hayes, now a famous research scientist, had become the talk of the medical world by at last finding the long-awaited cure for that annoying disease—the common cold. I always knew that John would become a great scientist. My reading was interrupted by the radio operator of the great airship. Was I sur- prised to recognize Frank Bengston! Frank had seen me getting aboard and was eager to talk about old times. In the midst of our conversation, the pilot of the ship sent back an invitation for me to visit him up front. This was a real honor, for passengers are not usually allowed in the cockpit. But I soon discovered the reason for my special