Punchard High School - Prism Yearbook (Andover, MA)

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To next year ' s football team we leave Coach Riel. He really knows his football; and with the combined efforts of both coach and squad. Punchard will have a winning team that will plow Methuen and Johnson under just as we did this year. To the Class of 1945 (the present soph- omores) we bequeath the honorable home rooms 9, 12, 14 and 17, for them to play in. We also very generously add the Lec- ture Room for a game of tag. To Esther Hibbert and Patricia Holt we leave the second floor corridor in which to stroll and wolf. To the new sophomores we leave Mr. SpeedbaW McKiniry, our gymnastic contortionist, who will leave them with many an aching muscle, we are sure. To the Faculty and the School we leave our expressions of good will; also our text books, which, whether studied or not, are well worn and torn. To all the teachers we leave our de- votion and sincere appreciation for the help and understanding they have given us. Lastly, to Mr. Lovely we give our sin- cerest thanks for three happy years at Punchard and also for his friendly in- terest in each and every one of us. In testimony whereof we hereunto set our hands, and in the presence of three witnesses declare this our Last Will and Testament, this seventh day of June in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hun- dred and forty-three. For the Class of ' 43 John Henderson. For the Class of ' 44 William Munroe. For the Class of ' 45 Warren Knipe. 25

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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

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By looking into the mist of the future, and by means of my Tele-Photo Electric Wave, the secret of which I alone know, I can with some certainty predict the future of the class of 1943. While working in my laboratory last night I turned on my Tele- Photo Radio Wave. It brought before my eyes the members of the class of ' 43 as they will be in 1953 A. D. I saw them in all phases of life; radio announcers, models, actresses, engineers, athletes, and many other interesting vocations. These pictures I shall now reproduce for your satisfaction. As 1 turn on the current, my Photo Wave shows me returning to Andover in a large airliner with Wrong Way ' ' Hamlin and Tailspin Nowell as pilots. Wrong Way Hamlin is the pilot who took off from Boston, headed toward Andover, but land- ed in Topeka, Kansas. He didn ' t blame it on the compass, but on some blonde, whose picture kept coming into his mind like a mirage. Who knows but that she might have been a stowaway. The hostess, Mary Joynson, tells us passengers to buckle our safetv belts. Someone remarks that he doesn ' t see a landing field, but the hostess tells him it ' s only a safety precaution, since ' ' Tailspin ' ' Noivell has just taken over the controls and anything is likely to happen. The plane lands safely and an Always First cabby asks if I wish to go to a hotel. 1 accept his offer, and as we speed off I discover that he is none other than Bob Herman. He tells me that he had wanted to drive a locomotive, but the nearest thing he can eet is a steam driven percolator pro- duced by that King of Heeps. Paulie Hood. On arriving at the hotel, I see a man dressed in a snappy uniform, with four gold stars on his shoulders, gold braid on his coat sleeve, and a gold-hilted sword at has side. I go to salute him, but he says, As you were, Frankie; Fm only the door- man. I see it is Bobbie Emmert, the boy wonder of high school days. At the desk is Jennie Palenski. The first thing I notice about her is that old Ipana smile of high school days, only I believe the tooth paste is Rogge ' s special, a little on your teeth before and after meals will bring a bright sparkle to the dullest teeth before bed- time. The secret is the 60 per cent phos- phorous used. A slender bellboy takes my bags to a nearby elevator. I recognize Jim Bam ford, who still has that Phila- delphia accent. He really has grown a great deal. He is still trying to sell me the idea that he was truly the greatest basketball player that ever came out of Punchard. He still has his old uniform in mothballs and also a few others. I reach my room. Tossed on the bed is a copy of The Bugler, the largest news- paper in New England. Rita and Richard Lynch publish this paper, which has a col- umn for the West Andover farmers. I see by this column that no ration book is need- ed if one shops at the Bradshaiv Variety, and they sell everything under the sun. The column also mentions that Nancy Gahan has retired to West Andover so that she may be able to write a book on the life of Donald Look, that great photographer. Look is doing very well for himself. His picture appears on the 3-cent stamp: and on the penny card Look still has his adver- tisement. Buy your Christmas Cards at Look ' s. The headlines of the paper state that Admiral Towne has led the Atlantic fleet on a successful mission to a Shangri-La in the Atlantic. On page two I see June Bell ' s column, Emily Post Has Nothing On Me. In this column I read that it is still proper to cut meat with a fork. Dick MacDonald also has a column on page 2. This goes under the heading. What ' s Buz- zin ' . Cousin? ' It states that Leroy Cronier and his Hot Shot band will be playing in the park on the 23rd. Teresa Lefebrve, Louise McDonald, and Betty Morgan are part of his band, which is the number one band in the country. On the editorial page there is a column, This Sober Town. written by the Editor, Fred Furnari. He states that the gentleman farmer, Teddy Eschholz, has revolution- ized the potato market. Ted introduced the 26