Punchard High School - Prism Yearbook (Andover, MA)

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Steinert, Bill Holland, Donald Look, Dick McDonald and George Richards for the Navy. Ted Nowell and Jack Markey have left for Tufts and Boston College, respec- tively, where they have joined the Navy Reserve. Four more of our members, al- though already a part of our armed forces, are still attending school but will soon de- part. They are Ted Eschholz, Marines; Bib Herman, Donald MacLellan and William Moore, the Army. April brought about the annual Barnard essay contest. The Seniors participating were Nancy Gahan, Henry Albers, Rita Lynch, Eileen Fitzpatrick, Jean Gilfoy and Ted Eschholz. Jean and Ted walked off with the honors, first and second, re- spectively. Class Pictures were taken in April, the arrangements being made by Chairman Donald Look. Baseball has been the last fling at ath- letics for us boys, until the war is over. Jack Barberian was elected to lead us on the field. In his quiet way he has carried us through a successful season, under the watchful eye of Mr. Riel, who has proved a great coach. April was the month for announcing graduation parts. The honors fell to Rita Lynch, Valedictory; Nancy Gahan, Saluta- tory; June Bell, first honor essay; and Mary Ellison, second honor essay. We boys had been entirely omitted because of our many other fields of endeavor. Class day speakers were also elected in April: Chairman of class day, Constance Boddy; Class Will, Arthur Beer; Class Prophecy, Frank Buntin; Advice to the Undergrad- uates, Janice Driscoll; Class Statistics, Jean Gilfoy; and Class History, William Moore. Ted Eschholz was elected to make arrangements for the class book. As I sat putting the finishing touches to this, our class history, I thought of how tomorrow, we shall each go our separate ways, the boys into the service, and the girls either to work or to college. When and where we shall all meet again can be seen by neither you nor me. But we shall all carry memories, some happy, some sad, that will be cherished throughout our lives. William Moore, ' 43. 21

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As I sat writing the history of the class of ' 43, I found that this class has com- pleted three trying years, much more than most of the previous classes. We are the first class to complete a full year of school- ing during this present world conflict. Many more duties and obligations have been forced upon us; such as serving as air raid wardens, airplane spotters, nurses ' aides, and also serving in home nursing and many other essential war duties. Still others of the boys have left school to get in the thick of the fight. We begin our his- tory of the class of ' 43 keeping all this in mind. As we came into this new and strange building in September, 1940, we were promptly ushered to rooms 1, 2, 3, 4 and 10. We were then 130 strangers, but since then to the present time our ranks have become pretty much depleted. Our first act as sophomores was to elect class officers, as follows: Charles Flanagan, President; Ted Nowell, Vice-President: Rita Lynch, Secretary ; Jeanne Gregory, Treasurer and social committee chairman. Athletics were participated in by only a few, as our ability had as yet been un- recognized. Our social career was a short but successful one, our only event a dance, coming in the spring and going over in a big way. Then we left on our long- awaited summer vacation. We returned as best we could after a hard but enjoyable summer, to find our- selves now much more respected as juniors. We again elected our officers, this time Ted Nowell, President; Charles Flanagan, Vice-President; Janice Driscoll, Secretary; Jeanne Gregory, Treasurer; and Donald Look to handle our social life. Our class welcomed two new boys: Gib Hamlin and Jack Henderson, both of whom went on to take a large place in our athletics. We juniors were much heard of in athletics, but were yet to reach our peak. This was to be a big year, with our giving the Junior-Senior Prom and select- ing our class rings. For the prom Jean Gil- foy directed the transformation of the Gym, which afterward could hardly be rec- ognized. Our junior year was interrupted in De- cember, December 7 to be exact. Japan had made a cowardly and unprovoked at- tack on Pearl Harbor. Mr. Lovely called us into the Auditorium on December 8 to hear President Roosevelt declare war on the Japanese Empire. From then on our entire lives were to be altered, taking on as we did, new and added responsibilities. We helped as wardens, spotters, First Aid- ers, and in other civilian defense jobs that I have already mentioned. We found our- selves without cars and gas, which had be- come an indispensable part of our daily lives. Finally we concluded our year ' s study and once more went out to enjoy our last big vacation. We came back as highly grown-up Se- niors, so we thought, after a hard vaca- tion on farms and in factories. The offi- cers were elected for our last and biggest year. They were: Jack Henderson, Presi- dent; Gib Hamlin, Vice-President; Rita Lynch, Secretary; Jean Gregory, Treas- urer; and Jackie Verrette as our all-im- portant social committee chairman. Our football team led by Capt. Gib Hamlin and coached by Mr. Riel, went through a successful season climaxed by victories over Methuen and Johnson. Much credit goes to hard work on the part of all the boys, as well as the coaches. After a brief lull in our activities we began our basketball season. Coached by Mr. McKiniry, we went through a good but not too successful season, due to the lack of players. After we came back from our Christmas vacation, the boys began to get impatient and in want of action. In a patriotic way they began leaving for one branch of the service or another. Up to the time of this writing the following have left our ranks: Gib Hamlin and Bob Em- mert for the Army; Alvin Towne, Dick 20

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Before I begin, let me introduce my- self: I am Miss Lifeless and perhaps you have read my column in one of the larger newspapers. It is called, Advice to Agi- tated People. The seniors of ' 43 seem to feel that the Punchard undergraduates are quite agitated and very much in need of some well-meaning advice. Accordingly they called me in to do their dirty work. Connie McCollum — We all like to ride horseback, Connie, but when we get on too high a horse we ' re likely to fall off. Madge Fessenden — You ' d better learn to distinguish your twin from Jean Gil- foy ' s or you ll run into more embarrassing situations like the one that happened in the South Station on Easter Sunday. Teddy Boudreau — You ' re quite a speed demon in a truck, but if you don ' t believe it ' s better to slow down, ask Billy Morgan. Say, Billy, you really can sing, I ' ll Be Down to Get You In a Taxi, Honey, can ' t you? Attention! Mr. Hart! Don ' t feel too bad about Henry Albers ' leaving — you have a potential astronomer in Esther Hibhett. She would perhaps be a more apt pupil if the lab were up at The Lake and she had a new assistant every week. To a certain group of sophomores and juniors — namely: Eldred, McCormick and associates ; the Andover Cafe is a nice place when used for the right thing. You seem to think it is a hunting ground. Tommy Carter — Keep up the old P.H.S. spirit, Tommy. If we had a few more like you, we ' d have better teams. Germaine Verrette — Become more adapt- able to books, as you are to outside in- fluences, and you might surprise us all. On the subject, again, of Kay McCor- mick — You ' re really quite good in Math, Kay. One of your favorite problems reads: 3 girls -|- 3 picked-up soldiers = 6 tickets at the Andover Playhouse. (Back row, please. I Ruth Martin — We hear you ' re not going to be with us next year and you ' re puz- zling on where to go. Why not Harvard? With that accent, you ' d feel right at home. Barbara Hill — Keep up the good ( ? ) work, Babs. You seem to get everything you go after. Take Snuffy Craig, for in- stance. Shirley Hardy — We know Jack ' s a peach but p-l-e-a-s-e get out of the habit of bringing him into every conversation. Joan Hartigan — Those baby ways of yours in class merit a bib and bottle. Johnny Nicoll — Variety is the spice of life, but you can ' t live on spices, Johnny. Bessie Dantos — Keep up the winning ways, Bessie, and you ' ll walk away with the ballots next year as you did in ninth grade. To a certain group of sophomore girls: why must you make such a distinction be- tween yourselves and the rest of your classmates? After all. girls, You can ' t take it with you. Patty Holt — What will you do when there are no more seniors to roll your baby blue eyes at? Hadn ' t you better get ac- quainted with a few sophomores? Bobbie Hamilton — You ought to stick to the Andover girls, Bobbie, and then your mother ' s telephone bill wouldn ' t be so high. Jane Lindsay and Eunice McDonald — Children should be seen and not heard. Mike Brennan — What they said about your brother a few years back bears re- peating — Put away your toys, Mike, and get ready for the more serious things in life. You girls that are working in the Cafe- teria next year, don ' t let Miss Gates catch you swiping cake or you ' ll get blazes. Midge Drouin — Don ' t be so quick to criticize others, Midge. After all. none of us is perfect. To Muriel Smalley and whom it may concern: P. A. is a place of learning, not yearning for you girls. Now that I see the friendly glint dying from the eyes of many of my former schoolmates and friends. I think 1 11 retire, gracefully, if you, the audience, will al- low me. Janice Driscoll 22