Punchard High School - Prism Yearbook (Andover, MA)

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Ladies and Gentlemen — and that dear little girl in the balcony — I am about to disclose to you the results of many years of arduous labor and research. When I finish this speech, it is predicted that Bob Ripley ' s Believe It Or Not column will be stricken from all newspapers and that my column — Facts About the Amazing Animals will be in its place. There are forty-eight girls in this class, twenty-two boys, and Bozo Beer! The Amazing Animal or in other words, the average student of this GREAT class of ' 43 — would be approximately 541,296,000 seconds old at this very second. His hair would be brown and his eyes either blue or green. However, 1 made the amazing discovery that one of my colleagues has one brown eye and one green one. Can you top that, Mr. Ripley? Study period again has won first place on the list for our favorite subjects, with English coming up close behind. It might interest a certain teacher to know that one person cast a vote for Sociology. Our favorite movie actor is that killer- diller Allan Lado and we still haven ' t de- cided whether Greer Garson or Gypsy Rose Lee is our favorite movie actress. Harry James leads our list of favorite bands, but it was very close between him and Spike Jones and His City Slickers! Bob Hope again rates favorite radio enter- tainer. Jack Benny might like to know that Rochester received twice as many votes as he did!! Thought and Expression and See Here, Private Hargrove battled for the rating of top book and much to every- one ' s amazement See Here, Private Har- grove won. David Copperfield was also among the list of the better books. The boys seem to have gone air-minded and have chosen the Air for their favorite branch of the service. They will certainly be backed, for the girls also prefer Air Corps men. Don ' t be a bit surprised if all the girls appear in the WAVES uniform next fall, for they definitely prefer this branch of the service for themselves. Now we touch on that very sensitive subject of shoe sizes. Without mentioning any names, we have one Amazing Ani- mal who wears a size 12 shoe. It is ru- mored that he can trample out forest fires in a few seconds with his feet and that he soon will be wearing the boxes. After sampling all the favorite foods listed by my colleagues, I found it neces- sary to take four of the Class of ' 41 ' fe fa- mous Pep-Up Pills. Remember those great P-E-P-U-P-PI-L-L-S!!!! Among the things I had to eat were French fries, steak smothered with onions, ice cream, pickles, horsemeat, spaghetti, lobster, and those ever-precious bananas. To wash all this hodge-podge down I had two glasses of milk, four cokes, and a zombie. Yes, you ' re right, those are the Amazing Animals ' favorite drinks. The favorite animal of the Amazing Animals ranged anywhere from a wolf to Mr. Hart. I suppose many of you are very eager to hear whether these Amazing Animals mind gas rationing and if so — WHY. Be- lieve it or not, the majority do not mind. One person ' s reason for not minding was — and I quote — There ' s alw ays the sofa!!! In answer to why he did mind it, one boy said,, Are you kidding? An- other person said it would prevent her from going to Glennie ' s for ice cream this summer. That, Ladies and Gentlemen — is the sum and substance of the statistics for this class. After reading it through, I, myself wonder — are we really humans or Amaz- ing Animals ? I leave that up to you to decide — but have mercy on us, please. Jean Gilfoy 23

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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

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euu Will Be it rememljered that we, the Class of 1943. of Punchard High School, Town of Andover, in the Commonwealth of Massa- chusetts, being of generous mind and dis- posing memory, do make this our last will and testament, hereby revoking all former wills by us at any time heretofore made. We bequeath and devise the following: To the Class of ' 44 we leave Room 7, with its countless gum wads; Room 5, with its hand-carved desks; and Room 6, with its antiques of highly polished maple — to love, honor, and deface as we have done. We bequeath Tec Eschholz ' s habit of strolling to second period class to ]ohn Nicoll, who also has the tendency to poke along with no obvious destination in view. Our class bull thrower. Earl Maddox, leaves his abilities to Phil Crowley, who. we believe, needs no help. The quiz-kids — une Bell, Nancy Ga- han, and Mary Ellison, leave their com- bined brain work to Victor Shorten. With this help he should be one of the honor students next year. We leave Mina Manthorne ' s silvery vo- cal chords to Marilou Lindsay. With these and the musical laugh she now possesses, we predict for Marilou a brilliant operatic career. Roger Collins has the distinguished honor of receiving Jack Henderson s world- beloved Hook. Now that Virginia Smillie is departing from Punchard, we bequeath her wonder- ful complexion to Joan Hartigan, whom we advise to guard it against moon burns. We bequeath Louise McDonald ' s corny jokes and bewildering remarks to Ger- maine Verrette, who can always brighten up the party with one of her embarrassing comments. Red O ' Connor ' s love for school we be- stow on George Craig, who confesses that he really wouldn ' t mind going to school one day a week if he could have that day off now and then. We leave SmoAey Moore ' s size llj to Anthony Babicki. We also leave Moore ' s Fog Horn laugh, that has echoed for three years throughout the corridors, to anyone who wants it. To the chemistry class of 1944, we leave Mr. Hart, and the caution to beware of high explosives and rare gases. The combined eff orts of Eschholz and Scho field to fill the second floor rooms and corridors with strong chemical odors we leave to any worthy Junior who takes Chemistry next year. We leave one ounce of Edie Ander- son ' s modesty to ' Mike Matthews, trust- ing that Mike will learn that silence is golden. We bequeath a few inches of Gib Hamlin ' s height and size to the tiniest of the sophomores, Muscles Dole. A portion of Isabelle Deyermond ' s self- control is left to Mike Brennan and Sandy Gordon. We leave Ered Eurnari ' s dislike for girls to Squeak Monroe, to enable him to resist the weaker sex. We leave Jean Gilfoy ' s Band leadership to Barbara Hill. Jean served well and we know Barbara will, too. To Charley Davidson and James Pap- erella we leave a small portion of Frank Bun tin ' s Pep, and his regard for other people ' s rights. With these additions, we are looking forward to a peaceful year dur- ing 1944. 24