Pembroke High School - Mattakeesett Yearbook (Pembroke, MA)

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One cool September morn in the year of our Lord 1946 a group of motley vagrants was stamping and stomping through the hallowed halls of Pembroke High School. For some little time the commotion we caused was not unlike a second stampede of the West by the buffalo herds. In due time, however, we convinced all and sundry that, having at- tained sufhcient chronological and mental age, we were the new freshman class. Perhaps our spirits were dimmed just the least bit by the hauteur evident in greetings by the upper- classmen, but the Frosh were not to be denied. After a period of indoctrination into the niceties and social amenities to be observed by high-schoolers under the direction of Mrs. Etelman, we were turned loose on an unsus- pecting student body, but not without first putting our own house in order. Strength lies in organization as the feminine element proceeded to prove in no uncertain terms! In startling fashion, girls were elected to office before the young men finally came to life. A rude revolt finally brought to office a treas- urer of the male sex. HST llli The 1950 class now laid the ground- work for making its presence felt in the ac- tivities of the school. At the Penny Carnival we had two booths, one featuring a silhouette and the other a bowling game. This was soon followed by a markedly successful St. Patrick's Day Dance. Dropping our plebian status for that of a learned fool, we ushered in our sophomore year. After we formally introduced ourselves to Miss Boornazian, her heel, and her lead mallet, we aspired to further successes. That year the Penny Carnival profited greatly when our efforts in our booth were well received. We proved to be able masters of ceremony by sponsoring an April Shower Dance which pro- vided an evening of merriment for all. A remedial, no credit course, which was given in co-operation with our English classes, offered us excellent storm-trooper training and close-order drill when we were invited out of Miss Armstrong's class into the halls. Our hats were doffed to the new Frosh when they initiated the Pembroke Mardi Gras. Our fioat was truly symbolic-the 'Jackasses Of 1950. .223 gf -r.l .K sf ' 1 7-' . I 1 Lk o. . ' m X- Wi -f-. iii-f-'Qs J.. .2 'llt as ,xl W ef- is l .fl px gig I:-A,-A-s gg N X- I Xxx--y 4 gsifvwvlg-8?T5v V L' cs. - X Wwe l20l

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ByGe DR. RUSSIZLL . BILL PHILLIPS MR, TIZMPLIZ . MARY 'I'IiMPLIi 1111,Hoo1.1zY , 11111119 1101111211 Miss jouiss . Miss 111112111311 Bus 11111111211 . . I , St.111ley Winchester IINIIXPIZCIIED GIIIZSTS . james Migre Forrest SRILIIILICTS Paul Bre111111i1 Sally GKIKILIIIIZLII Rieh.1r1I Grilliths I-I11roI1l Smith Mary Arusham 'Ioan Napolitan Corinne Goultl, M11ryly11 Bre11111111,,I 111111 Clarke, Lnurii Smith, A1111 Merigohl, Mil1lre1l Pierce PROM P'I'IfR .... Mgirylyn Bre11111111 W1'll, it's too haul someone l11i1l to l1e111ur1Iere1I, but 1 'ls long 11s it h111I to he someone, is11't it nice it was Mr. Temple? you l1etter watch your step. Oh, ol1 my hea11l! Wlmzlt l1a1pper1e1l? I hit you o11 tl1e heml with 11 bottle. Say,wl111t'stI1is11l1outyour not being Matil- Llil j1u1ew11y? uI'll1ll0f.H Do11't worry you wo11't get into any trouhle for IIIIPCFSKJIIIIIIIIKQ 1111 otlicerf' A111l how do you lit into all this? UIIIII M11ril1l11j1111ew11yl We give o11r IIIAIIIIQS to Mr, 111111 Mrs. Farmer wl1ose h11r1l work KLIILI e11eour11ge111e11t m111Ie possible our suucess. A111l to Mrs. IIKCIIHIIII, 11ur11ppre1'iatio11 for I1erp11rti11m11l1i11g o11r Senior PI11y11Iir111r1ci11l success. BARBARA IERIKSON, '50 Ushers

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FORGET joining the juniors we all waxed gay at a picnic at College Pond. Lounging in the sun, gambolling on the beach, and above all, munching hot-dogs roasted over an outdoor fire-place were the orders of the day. The crowning achievement, of course, was scaven- ger hunting for appropriate beach signs with which to decorate the interior of our homes. Such talent for investigation and recon- naissance! With half the battle behind us, and perhaps a little of our brashness worn off, we entered our junior year. Mrs. Genevieve Pratt, a novice to us albeit a P.H.S. veteran, became our home-room teacher and Mr. Gor- don Pratt fno relationj became our class adviser. Now we began our gay, mad, social whirl. The junior Prom with Don Leach's orchestra providing the music proved to be the event of the year. In early February the third Hnger, right hand of each of us was to be seen prominently displaying a new ring. Other memorable events of this auspicious year . . . the-Iunior and Senior English classes, tutored by Mrs. Etelman, viewing Lawrence Olivier's and William Shakespeare's Hamlet . . . Again a float at the Mardi Gras, and a prize winner at that . . . six of our class members inducted into the National Honor Society at an in- spiring assembly. They were Mary Stroud, Shirley Holt, Diane Davis, joan Clarke, Mil- dred Pierce and Barbara Erikson. 'Hamlet 1 J Best bibs and tuckers were very much in evidence on that day early in October when Purdy dropped in with his cameras, flash bulbs, and birdies. QRHMSHHCKLE , SENIOR CLASS mm' . '- P'-'W C EJ 1 5:1-Ilf ? - 1 ei ' 5 limi ,lf , C f 5 f sw! li- pl 5 D Soon we were in rehearsal for the Senior Class Play, Ramshackle Inn, an extremrly hilarious Whodunit. Prepped by the cap- able direction of Mrs. Beatrice Odin Farmer, the play was eminently successful and was well received by an appreciative audience, despite such unrehearsed happenings as the overturned trunk and the ad-libbing of Solon. 4211