Millis High School - Mowhawk Yearbook (Millis, MA)

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CLASS PROPHECY Anne Louise Congdon Rosaline Winiker It is the year 1964 and the first in a decade that I, Rosaline Winiker, have returned to my home town. I am now a reporter for the NEW YORK TIMES; and my boss, Evelyn, the editor of my paper, having a most understanding heart, decided to give Doris and me a joint va- cation. Doris is another small town gal who made good in the big city, for she is none other than the columnist of How to Make Friends and Influence People fame. What a reunion we had with both our families! It was wonderful to see the folks and the old homesteads once again--grand to see the town itself and marvel at its growth in our absence. One of the very first stons of my tour of the town was the school. No longer is it consolidated as in my youthful days, but Millis now boasts of an ultra-modern building that accommodates some six hundred students. This is our new Junior-Senior High School, while the building I at- tended from kindergarten through high school is now for grammar grades only. Hesitantly, I entered the newer building and soon found my way to the office marked, Superintendent. A young man of medium height answered my knock; and for a moment I thought I was mistaken, for there stood Sam Aaron, saying, Ah, yes, what can I do for you? Sam Aaron, I all but shouted, and then only did he remove his glasses and say, Upon my word, 'tis Rosaline. He invited me into his office and there we enjoyed a lengthy chat--reminiscing a bit, then informing each other of the progress we had made and that of some of our classmates. Margaret, he informed me, had recently captured the honor of having sold more life insurance than anyone in the New England area. I wasn't surprised for wasn't Margaret always a super saleswoman. Her generous nature did much to help her attain her goal. Imagine my surprise when I heard Janet was a member of the school committee and was giving her every effort to the advancement of education with especial emphasis on history and problems of de- mocracy. Could this woman be the same Janet of old that I recalled. The years must have mellowed her former thoughts. Never has Millis had such an enthusiast on its educational board. Finally, I was escorted to the gymnasium where, lo and behold, there was Lorraine running and whistling and yelling all at once, 21

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20 To Mr. Young, we leave the good fortune of finding a few Junior girls who are as much enthused about manual training as a few of our Senior girls are. We wonder why? To Mr. Wilmarth, we leave a perfect Senior class for next year with hopes that they will stay awake. To Mr. Robbing we leave a brand-new Cadillac with the hopes that he won't have as much trouble getting to Millis on cold days next year as he did this year. To the Freshman, we leave the privilege of enjoying three more years of fun and learning. To the Sophomores, we leave our congratulations for having so many of their boys represent our football team. You've done a swell job boys, and girls--you should be proud of them. To the Juniors, we leave Mr. Robbins and the Senior home room and hope that they have as much fun as we did. In witness whereof, we make and proclaim this, our last will and testament. Signed: Patsy Brodeur Doris Veiner Witnessed by: Dean Martin Jerry Lewis

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22 Personal foul on 12. Yes, Lorraine had carved herself a wonderful career; she had been the athletic type ever since I could remember. At noon the four of us lunched together and after a social half hour I bid them farewell, hoping our paths would cross more fre- quently As I had promised to join the folks and drive to Boston with them, I returned home to find mother completing a sale with her Fuller Brush representative. A quick look, then a long second one, and smiles and handshakes were exchanged, for there stood none other than Lenny. His shy innocence plus his confidence in himself and his product had been the chief factors in his success as top salesman. The years had been kind to him and though he canvassed this area, his home was in Boston. Joanne, he informed me, had suddenly become fond of animals and was now a breeder and trainer of canines. She boasts of having the largest kennels in the state and thoroughbreds, no less. Why, her den, Lenny went on to relate, is a trophy room. Her dogs may have the ribbons, but she sure has the chips. It was wonderful talking to Lenny, but that trip to Boston was waiting. Though he said, Good day, he did promise.to drop in and visit me the week-end before I left for New York. While riding into town, the folks and I discussed the recent elections and their outcomes. Suddenly Dad said, By the way, did you know that the Phil White just appointed to the cabinet is none other than your former classmate? I don't envy him trying to find a way out of the red for the United States. I was flabbergasted. All I could think of saying at the moment was, Imagine that--our little Phil, practically the President of the United States. Whoever would have thought that. Come to think of it, Dad, did you realize that Marilyn, who struggled and fought with every ounce of her strength, in last vear's ten-h our filibuster, was also my classmate? You don't say was the only remark I heard. I still think Marilyn had a point. Once in town, we separated, and I chose to wander about--just taking in the sights, and noticed the changes in the past decade. Be- fore I knew where my feet were taking me, I found myself on West St. and there from the second floor of a newly erected building was a sign reading, Kasakaitis Garment Mfg. Co. Guaranteed Form-Fitting. We don't slip or slide--We just hold your hide. Immediately I knew that was Dick, but I just couldn't reason how or why he ventured into that field. I was about to investigate when someone turned me about and exclaimed, Why hello, Rae, and who but Alice was standing there gayly smiling up at me. Of all the angels in heaven, TI replied. How are you and what and where have you been doing and keeping your- self? Oh dear, she laughed, you remember me--I'm still a star gazer--still eyeing and studying those heavenly bodies. Those same heavenly bodies? JI asked. No, not the same, but heaverly bodies all the same, she laughingly replied.