Natick High School - Sassamon Yearbook (Natick, MA)

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THE SASSAMON 15 We, the Senior Class, leave a successful baseball career with Walnut Hill School to Sonny Troia. We, james Arena and George Mitchell, bequeath our football co-cap- taincy to joe Kane and Wally Montgomery. I, Donald Burke, leave my antics as class clown to Miles O'Reilly. I, Robert Shagoury, leave my tardiness championship to Billy Leacu. I, Tom Mallery, leave my much-admired whiffle haircut to John Detore. I, janet Connolly, leave my wide sense of humor to Lois Feldman. I, Bob Donahue, leave my utter laziness to Teddy Porcella. I, Dick Farley, leave my title of the fellow with the hottest line, to Teddy Piers. I, George Stockbridge, leave my outstanding music ability to Patsy Par- rinello. I, Bob Henderson, leave my dancing ability to Donald Pacilici. I, Frank Varrichione, leave my dynamic physique to be divided equally between Donald LePage and Paul Eno. I, Ernie Langevin, leave my title of class wolf to Scott Heckendon. I, Billy Kelly, leave my argumentative ways and my influence with the office to Paul Buckley. I, Frankie Roberts, leave my air-conditioned car and accessories to Albie Ames. I, Cathy Sandler, leave my reputation as the school's greatest giggler to Ann Robinson. I, Lillian Zicko, leave my 'come-hither look to june Lee. We, Barbara Heard and Betty Chilson, leave our ability to get high marks to Sheila Spooner and Betty Tetreault. I, Margie Frost, leave my double chin and personality to Colette Powers. I, Camille Wigglesworth, leave my soprano voice to Ruth Barber. I, Florence Fisher, leave my title of editor-in-chief of the SASSAMON to Ruth Baker. I, Frances Branagan, leave my chatterbox championship to Virginia Morris. I, Dubba Drew, leave my reducing machine and carton of Ry-Krisp to Mr. Plausse. I, Dick Clasby, leave my position as the most sought-after by the female sex to Roland Taylor. Finally to the auditorium, to the halls, to the classrooms of Natick High School we leave the underclassmen to worry over tests, to write notes, to form twosomes, to yawn, gripe, giggle, and to learn-in brief, to have the best years of their lives. In witness whereof, we hereunto set our hand and seal and declare this to be our last will and testament. JOHN j. COCHRAN Witizerred by: Afzlhony Grzzpporo Williazlz M. Ckzrey

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12 THE SASSAMON Class Will Be it remembered, that we, the class of 1949, about to depart our present sphere of influence, in full possession of sound mind and body fexcept those in Room llj and knowing the uncertainty of life, do hereby proclaim this to be our last Will and Testament. To all our teachers we give our thanks for their faith in us, and for their untiring efforts to help us along the arduous road to learning. To show our gratitude, we bequeath them on our departure, calmer days-and more restful nights. To Mr. Maffeo and Mr. Martin, we leave our heart-felt thanks for their never-ending efforts to help us in our studies and for their kindness and advice. To Miss Connolly and Mr. Plausse, our class advisers, we leave our deep- est appreciation for their friendly assistance in our class affairs. To Mrs. DeMeritt, we leave our sincere appreciation for the successful presentation of our Senior Play, Doctor's Orders. To Mr. Gardner, we leave a face cloth for him to comb his hair. To Mr. Wliite, we leave a year's supply of Air-wick to be distributed profusely throughout the Chem. Lab. To Miss Rafferty, we leave a pair of snow shoes and a pair of skis for use in getting to Natick, the center of civilization, on wintry days and also Phil Harris' popular record, Thats Wliat I Like About the South. To Mr. McManus, we leave a corps of errand boys to assist him in his many activities. To Miss Shannon, we leave an efficient SASSAMON Staff that can compete with ours in reporting the latest comprehensive news. To Mr. Carroll, we bequeath eight weeks of freezing weather next winter for his new hockey rink. To Miss Griffin, we leave a free course at the F.B.I. School in Waslming- ton for tracking down truants. To Miss Mann, we leave our respect which she greatly deserves for her patience in listening to our grievances both great and small. To the student body as a whole, we leave our dignity, our knowledge, our class spirit, and our sorrow at their grief on seeing us leave these hallowed walls. To the juniors, our rightful heirs, we beqeauth the coming tragedy of Macbeth and, spontaneously and without reservations, our most treasured possessions, to wit, our unparalleled brilliance, our self-admitted impertinence, and-in all modesty-our super abundant efficiency, to which we blushingly plead guilty. To the Sophomores, we leave a large framed picture of our honor gradu- ates to show them that life can be beautiful. The Seniors wishing to make individual bequests are as follows: We, the Senior Class, leave a can of oil to Payson Dowst to keep his voice from squeaking.

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Isl THE SASSAMON Class Prophecy At last it's here! The big night of our class reunion! For twenty years we have wondered what our fellow graduates of '49 have been doing, and tonight all will be told. How appropriate that we should be having it at the Meadows, which recalls so many fond memories. This gay, New England night-spot is now owned by Ernie White Tie and Tails Langevin. He always was that Man About Town type. Where is that taxi??? While debating the question of whether to call another taxi, we hear the screech of brakes, and upon investigation find Betty Brown at the wheel. The ride is so speedy and hectic, no time is left for con- versation-in seconds flat, we are at the door of the Meadows. Walking in the door, we hear a soft voice, Check your coats ? We turn and find a lovely, red-haired girl whom we recognize as Janet Byrne. After saying a few words to janet, we walk along to the dining room, and who is at the doorway but Maria DeRosa, proprietor of the Dainty Dewdrop Flower Shop, handing out posies. Maria tells us about the progress of her nation- wide chain of greenhouses, and informs us that a few of our Partners in Crime are already seated at our table. At this point, the headwaiter, Melvin Boyd, suavely takes us to a tingside table where Ted Forance jumps up and lets forth with a torrent of words. He reports that he is now editor of Peek Magazine and that circulation has improved 250W since the publication of his first-hand scoop about that accomplished Broadway star, Cae Neary. In answer to our questioning looks, Ted introduces us to Ray Lawless who is now life- guard at the newly-dedicated David Wetmore Pond. Ray said that David made his millions from the Pyramid Club Bubble which broke in his lap. Crack! snapple! pop! Turning we behold Cathy Howley, the chewing.gum promoter, who gleefully hands us samples. Old age is creeping up on us, we must sit down! Oops-wrong seat-why it's Barbara Ainsworth, that well- known divorce adviser, and she's out cold. Regaining consciousness, Barbara hazily calls, Tessie! Tessieln We can't supply Tessie, but we can supply the aromatic spirits of ammonia to bring her to. In answer to the obvious ques- tion, Barb replies that Tessie was the very capable stewardess who revived her when needed on the transcontinental Hight from Reno. She went on to say that not only did she see Tessie Sims on that flight, but also janet Wall who is now owner of the notorious Laughing Wall Gambling Housef' After much hand-shaking and back-slapping, we turn to notice our dis- tinguished celebrities at the head table: Dick McGrath, now governor of the state, Isaac Shagoury, Principal of Natick High School, and Gabby Prescott, President of Wellesley College-not a bad job-5000 women to one mang also, Russell Haddad, Joe Fornaro, our Selectmen and Florence Fisher, our newly-elected selectwomang Irene Meymaris, Ambassador to Mexico, the very dignified Mayor of South Natick, john Hughes, Robert Kirk of the United States Army, now promoted to General by a special citation from the Presi- dent, and last but not least, our dynamic master of ceremonies, Jack Cochran.