Pembroke High School - Mattakeesett Yearbook (Pembroke, MA)

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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

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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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P :Sh l cnsev af. the, I 5mm fs A 4 i B -.y F C N t il , ,, ll --f- XM Next was Stunt Nite, held for the Hrst time in five years. Doing a take-off on Casey at the Bat we romped home with the prize for the most original and entertaining performance. The pennant is ours in this league since this gave us two victories in a like number of tries. The last time Stunt Nite was held our version of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs took the laurels. Inflated just the least bit by our his- trionic successes we journeyed to Boston with Mrs. Etelman to view Maurice Evans and Edna Best in Double Bill. Everyone enjoyed himself immensely, both at the play and en route with our famous bus driver and guide, Red Whitmarsh. The League for Better Meals decreed that the class banquet be held at Cain's in North Weymouth where our reputations as connoisseurs of fine foods remained unsullied. We were given the velvet carpet treatment par excellence. Mais, oui! if lisi 2 'Wm 1 west... WJ 'Twas a bunch of groggy senior girls that left Diane's one morning during the February vacation following a successful pa- jama party. After an evening of playing games, eating, wrestling, eating, playing hearts, eating, making pizza, eating, a few sleepyheads tried to go to sleep. We were all kept awake till five o'clock by a series of roll calls. Five of us lasted the whole night, one went to work in the morning, quit her job, and became slightly green at the gills. More fun!!! Baccalaureate, Class Night, Graduation, Reception! just what we've been working for, for four long years, and now that they are here and within reach, there is a twinge of sadness in our hearts as we recall all the things we've done in high school that we may never do again. But even as we reminisce, we must also look toward the horizons, the horizons of our future. For it is our future for which we have made this preparation, and this prepara- tion is a step in the ladder of our lives. BARBARA ERIKSON, '50 'l22l