Millis High School - Mowhawk Yearbook (Millis, MA)

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won't disturb the studious first-period study students. We leave a $100 raise to Miss Nolan who has taken on a job as patrolman. Her beat... being directly behind her class. Do you recall the day, Miss Sellers, when you got stuck on the old cartroad by Izabicki’s? and how gentlemanly your students acted? We consider you quite fortunate to be left two perfect gentlemen who would be willing to do “anything” for you: George Volpicelli and Dickie Gurner. Hear ye! Hear ye! For Freshman boys only! A prominent senior boy Charles Harris will speak to ye about the hidden qualities of Belgian wom en. He will leave you his se- cret formula. You don’t get it from the DuBarry Success Course, either! Helena Simarrian leaves her formula “How to Milk Chickens” to Snooky Jones. Better be careful, Snooky, or she'll have you cleaning out the hen house, too. Michael Mushnick leaves a whip and a slightly used English book to Gary Casey, who will probably keep it that way. Don’t exert yourself to crack it too hard, Gary. Lainy Barry and Claire Lipsett leave Millis and will head toward Alaska where they hope to carryon... Elena Costa leaves a book entitled, “How to Get Along With a Sister-in-Law” to Joyce Clark. We all remember the Minstrel Show the high school put on and the sensational bathing beauties! Well, Phillip Gilpatrick leaves his bathing suit to Donnie Ackroyd in hopes that. he'll bring down the curtain. To Deirdre Macleod, Mary O’Donnell and Janet Brodeur leave their ability to correspond. Donnie Cox leaves his love for Shelly — the English poet, of course. To Helen Clark, Selva Patino leaves her Plymouth. When Helen drives, we wonder if it’s the car or Helen. There must be a few girls that remember an episode at the Blue Bell. Carol Greene leaves to Jerry Zalvan a new scalpel. You never know when Nessie and Ann will start popping again! Billy Tate leaves his weight to his two ends! . in football, of course! Marie LaBounty leaves to Joan Sidman her flourishing business of homework lending. To Joan Snyder, Dickie Bayramshian leaves his false teeth to be placed on the lunch table in first-period study hall, for admirers only. To Gloria Winiker her sister Muriel leaves the gentle art of handling future senior boys. In testimony thereof, we, the senior class, have set our hands and seal to this our last will and testament, written upon this paper, in the Town of Mill is, in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, the tenth day of June, in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and fifty-three. Signed: Cynthia Simpson Witnessed by: Doctor Orvil Purdy “Pop” Clark Class Prophecy ... {t was a beautiful afternoon in the month of May in the year 1963. As | was sitting alone at home, | picked up a novel which was No. One on the nation’s reading list, THE GAR- BAGE COLLECTOR ALWAYS RINGS TWICE. The author’s name seemed to leap at me from the startling red cover; Carol Greene who, it seems, had made other great contributions to literature; among them, THE LIFE OF A WOULD-BE HANGNAIL and the LOST EGG THAT DIDN’T GET SCRAMBLED. Suddenly | began to reminisce about the happy times we had had in high school. As | sat enclosed in my reverie, | did not hear the door bell rudely ringing until a shabby young miss propelled herself into my home an- nouncing in a boisterous manner that she was the new maid that | had asked for earlier that morning. The voice appeared to be familiar and a closer examination revealed none other than Marion Kenney, still wearing the axle grease in her hair from the senior play. After we had talked for more than an hour, Marion busied herself with the household duties while | tried to relax by listening to the radio. My favorite commentator announced that some private belongings had been removed from the apartment of a pert young Harvard pro- fessor, Miss Muriel Winkler, by one of her male admirers. It seems that those college raids, hmmm, had reached their peak again. After reconciling myself to this startling news | returned to my reading. By mere chance | picked up a current sports magazine. The feature story of this issue told of a promi- nent coach, Richard Bayramshian, residing in Hawaii, who had become a hermit when the members of his all-girl football team left him seeming to prefer married life. It seems unfair that the girls should desert Dickie when he had always been such a devoted fan of theirs. That evening Marion and | decided to have a class reunion before Dickie went into complete seclusion. | managed to contact Dickie, who was delighted at the thought of seeing his classmates again. The following day without further ado, | shopped for an outfit for the forthcoming party. While in the most exclusive shop in New York, | glanced in the mirror and saw the laughing reflection of a familiar face. | recognized Mademoiselle Punster, the former Cynthia Simpson, who had just.returned from Paris. Her French certainly had improved since our high school days. We had so much to say to each other that we decided to have dinner together and then attend the theater. That night, walking down Fifth Avenue, we saw a quaint organ grinder whose monkey, named Shelley, took am immediate liking to

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almost completely of seniors. | understand a few might be coming back to take a few courses next year — anything for football. The seniors on the football team were: Billy: All scholastic Junior and Senior year. Dickie: A great lineman who always kept the line alert and eager. Charlie: Broken leg and all, he played 32 minutes a game from the sidelines. Donny: Greatest broken field runner in Millis history. Mickie: All-scholastic and all-football player. Howie: The fastest little center Millis has ever seen. Eddie: Tremendous speed; league’s outstand- ing punter. The team was ably coached by Coach Par- sons and Coach Tim. At the end of February the girls’ basketball team took account of stock and found that they won five games and lost five games. The team was captained by Louise Cassidy. Carol Greene, Cynthia Simpson, Claire Lipsett, and Selva Patino played as guards, while Elaine Barry, Mary O'Donnell, Muriel Winiker, and Janet Brodeur played as forwards. Perhaps we'll have our own Millis Alumnae basketball team. We again started on our fund-raising ven- tures which lasted almost up to the minute the train departed for Washington. We held penny sales, record hops, paper drives, and a few of the girls got together and organized a concession stand at the football games. In December we held our Senior Play, “A Date With Judy,” which proved to be finan- cially the most successful ever produced at Millis High School. We, too, can look back and laugh now at our moments of anguish as we wondered if Mickie would ever learn his lines; if Charlie would keep his grammar straight; whether or not Dickie would blow us out of the hall with his enthusiasm. But it was lots of fun and memories of Donny Cox's, “I’ve got a Date with Judy,” will echo through our minds in the years to come. Fortunately for the present juniors, Mrs. Barrett has survived the many ordeals to which we have subjected her during the course of the year, but it certainly proved a happy and successful year. Now we are to pass into the ranks of the alumni. We have “done our bit.” We were an active, sociable class, and now when the cur- tain is to be drawn for the end of the fourth act of our high school drama, we have nothing but best wishes of good luck and happiness to the Classes of ‘54, ‘55, and ‘56 and to the. teachers who worked so hard to help us have both a profitable and happy career within the portals of Millis High School. —Marie LaBounty Class Will . . . Know All Men By These Presents: We, the members of the graduating class of 1953, being of sound mind and body, do hereby bequeath to the underclassmen and faculty, our peculiar qualities and unusual abilities. We make this our last will and tes- tament. After the payment of our just debts and funeral expenses, we give, devise and bequeath as follows: | wish to inform those people who do not know, that Mr. Brown owns a summer board- ing house situated by the side of a lake in the state of Maine. Mr. Brown practiced diligently in order to become swimming champion — but the lake seems to grow deeper and deeper every year. It’s along way to the bottom, isn’t it, Mr. Brown? Perhaps a pair of swimming trunks with a built-in motor would be the ideal gift from our class. Do you recall the day, Mr. Doyle, when we mentioned the titles of our themes? To you, Mr. Doyle, we wish to give a book entitled: “The Writing Styles of Steinbeck and Hemingway” written by one of our own classmate critics, Billy Tate. To Mrs. Barrett we leave the serene atmos- phere of our empty room. Most of you will be surprised at this one. Mr. Kline left last April; but if you notice, Marion Kenney stayed on with us. Well, Mr. Young, your summer vacation is almost here and your physics class thought it would be nice to leave you a round-trip ticket to Hawaii, to see the land, the scenery, the girls and to find us a watchstrap — need we say more? To Mrs. Edwards we leave our canary-like voices and hope that she can get some more birds like us. To Mrs. Feeley we leave a serious-minded French III class. At least these future students won't try to go off on tangents. To Mrs. Magraw, Louise Cassidy leaves this message: | wish | may, | wish | might | know that | can leave tonight! To Mrs. Kenney, who teaches first- aid, we leave a noose. Maybe she’d like to demon- strate it on a few of her pupils. (Hello Pat). To Mr. Parsons, Howard Ingraham leaves a slightly used cigarette lighter with the inscrip- tion: “Catch me if you can.” Ha, ha, Howie! You're at a disadvantage with short legs. To Miss McKinstry we leave the job of a real estate agent — in order to buy land for a new school, of course. The Senior Class appropriates $10,000 for a miniature Yucca Flats, where Mrs. Gavin can carry on her hydrogen tests! We give back to Mr. Tim his expression— “No kidding, you’ve got it!” Thank heavens, we can’t take it with us! We leave a silencer to be placed on Miss Currivan’s potato peeler in order that it

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us. Shelley removed the organ grinder’s black moustache and we recognized Donald Cox whom, we had felt sure, was destined for public life. | guess he liked pizza so much that he joined the happy clan. We continued on our way, when suddenly we noticed a billboard advertising a wonderful discovery to keep accurate time. We could hardly believe our eyes when we saw the name of the president of this clock firm, Mary O'Donnell, herself. “Just think,” Cynthia said to me, “Mary never was able to get to school on time and now she is helping millions of Americans to be prompt.” After an enjoyable time at the theater, we decided to climax the evening by attending a night club. On entering we saw an attractive young girl singing. Could it be, yes it was, Janet Brodeur now known as the “Nightingale of the East.” Janet came over to speak to us and told us that another classmate was work- ing there keeping TABS on her. As she spoke we saw a young girl clad in an exquisite but “petite” costume of a cigarette girl. It was Louise Cassidy. | guess Louise had had enough of the life on the farm; she certainly seemed to be thriving in the big city. Louise had an abundance of information about our classmates. She told me that Elaine had just won the world’s heavyweight wrest- ling championship by gaining a decisive vic- tory in Alaska. Her manager, SAM, must have had an in with the Eskimos during his years of residence there. Claire had joined the service after high school. She was now working in the Pentagon Building as a private secretary to General Phil- lip Gilpatrick. Yes, our Phillip was in charge of the WACS in Washington,’D. C. “I guess Phil has changed his mind about girls,” Cynthia commented. We departed after making plans to meet Saturday night. The following day Marion and | planned to attend the circus before it closed for the year. It was a beautiful afternoon and since we had an abundance of time, we decided to walk. When only a couple of blocks away from the circus, we heard familiar strains from an open window. “Now listen lady, I’m doing this job; if you don’t like it, do it yourself.” We knew only one person who could use that expression with such emphasis; you guessed it, Billy Tate. We later discovered that he was aT. V. repairman. The day at the circus proved to be a very eventful one, for we had no sooner arrived there when we saw the sensation of the cir- cus, the tallest man in the world! Why he must be at least 9° 5”! It turned out that this tall man had been an ardent user of Hytrus PYtrus vitamin pills that contain more growth to the ounce — our little Howie Ingraham. Howie said that he’d be thrilled to come to the party. He was eager to see our old gang. He also told us that another of our classmates worked there; and right he was; for when | finally convinced Marion to have her fortune told, we found our little shy Marie LaBounty as the Gypsy fortune teller and oddly enough Marie could really predict the future. Later that evening we decided to attend the opening of the most elaborate night club in town. We dressed in our best and we were quite intent on the floor show when suddenly | was startled by a tap on the back. | say tap; however, it felt like the quick descent of a brick. A booming voice jovially exclaimed “The drinks are on the house, Folks.” This sounded just like Charlie Harris, always the soul of hospitality. Sure enough, it was our o!d friend, Charlie, the proprietor of this fabu- lous gold mine. Green bills seemed to be oozing from every pocket and a diamond stickpin was a reminder to us that Charlie had reached the ultimate of success. “Course,” Charlie said, “I owe it all to my wife. You know those French girls really have a way with money.” We had a wonderful evening; Charlie said that he would contact some of our classmates before Saturday night. While reading the paper at breakfast next morning, | noticed the astonishing headlines “DAREDEVIL RETURNS FROM MARS.” — It seemed like an incredible story; but in order to prove his theory that people actually exist on Mars, the so-called Daredevil brought three of the loveliest girls back with him. | con- tacted our hero Eddie Duhamel who said he would love to come to the party provided he could bring his prize Beauties. “Of course,” | said, with a deep sigh,” the more the merrier.” Since it was Friday afternoon | had to: go shopping for tomorrow evening. As | walked into one of the grocery stores, | saw Helena Simarrian loaded with bundles. Helena was glad to see me and told me all she knew in about three minutes. | then asked her if she had heard from Michael, remembering how ex- tremely friendly they had been back at good old Millis High. While | expected the roof to cave in, she calmly sputtered, ‘Why you should see the cute pair of twins we have. Haven't you heard we've been married for the past four years?” This was the greatest shock that | had received. Helena assured me that Michael and she would attend the party tomorrow night. The big event had finally arrived — at seven o'clock some of my classmates were ar- riving; by eight o’clock they were all present except Selva. Marion told me that Selva had called earlier that evening and said that she might be a little late. Suddenly we heard a roar of a plane, then we heard it land. In a few moments the door bell rang. Howie answered the ‘door and sure enough it was Selva who entered. ‘Sorry I’m late,” she exclaimed, “but my old buggy wouldn‘t go.” She told us that she had been flying those wings for almost eight years and this was the first time that she was ever late. Well, the party began and | silently slipped back as | glanced at each one of my classmates. It was so good to be together again; we might be a little older and a little wiser, but we were the same old gang. It hadn‘t been a bad class at all. It had certainly proved to be a very successful one. —Elena Costa