Sharon High School - Marsengold Yearbook (Sharon, MA)

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12 THE VOICE THE SENIOR CLASS

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THE VOICE 11 WARREN WHITAKER He speaks a deal of nothing. Glee Club ' 28, ’30, ’31; Operetta ’28, ’30; Class History ’31; French Club ’29; Gym Demonstration ’30, ’31. ALICE WIGGIN Do you not know that I am a woman? When I think, I must speak. French Club ’29; Stentype Play ’30; Senior Play ’31; Freshman Play ’28. SENIOR CLASS The sad news has gone abroad that the seniors will shortly leave Sharon High. “There are a few more things which must be changed in Sharon High,” the President of that famous class said to. one of the many interviewers, “and then we shall be ready to go out into the world and see what needs changing there.” It has been our colossal good fortune to relate for your consummate enjoyment the questionable annals of the Seniors who are now about to launch themselves upon the world. As a result of a consultation with the two sensible members of the faculty, we are able to inform you that this year’s senior class has exceeded in brilliance all classes of the past. The Seniors themselves, usually so reti- cent about their merits, admit that they never saw such an illustrious and versatile group of students. When we had finished writing the history of this extraordinary class, we sent the bulky MS. (we wrote on wall paper) to Miss White, well known Shakesperian critic, who declared it at once (without reading it) to be the most remarkable story of the cen- tury. As we are unable to bring the wall paper to you we will note some of the sa- lient events of this history, the heritage of our descendants. We spent the greater part of our Fresh- man and Sophomore years, setting a good example for the Seniors and Juniors. The novelty of high school life soon wore off, however, and we welcomed the advent of the day when we would leave the old high school for the new. That day came, and with tearful countenances (having been there a year and a half) we sang farewell to the main room where we had spent many happy hours learning the inter- minable lines of “The Deserted Village.” Soon we were established in the new high school and the first edition of the “Voice” carried pictures of such eminent Sophomores as Ru Norris and Bud Bearse, and of course the paper was a success! September found us Juniors. “How much more elder were we than our looks!” We entered into our school work with such vio- lent ardor that all the faculty — even Mr. Held — became strong supporters of the theory of optical illusions. We selected our class rings with notori- ously good judgment, characteristic of our famous class. Then April 25th came and with it the

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THE VOICE 13 Junior Prom, which was without doubt the best prom Sharon High will ever witness. Shortly June was with us and we gave the seniors a royal farewell, sorry to see them go and yet glad to know that now there were vacants seats in the Senior sec- tion of the auditorium. After a brief vacation we assumed the role of dignified seniors. Sufficient was the dignity of the seniors to have an effect on all the “Frosh” except Peggy Linton and Sue Frawley, who wouldn’t be impressed. However, feeling that we must have re- lief from so great a strain, we left our dignity at home early one Saturday morn- ing and traveled by means of “Dell” and “Montmerency III” to Sunset Rock, where we partook of an early morning meal in primitive fashion, and played many games (the names of which we will furnish upon rem’est) . The Seniors initiated the plan of class programs by giving an educational enter- tainment on memorable day when A1 New- ton “rended” the funeral oration of Mark Anthony to which all unwillingly lent their ears. Following this Alice Mansur and Ru Norris carried on an animated discussion with Dot Mitchell and Mike Whitaker, as to whether the flea or the mosquito was the better sportsman. The audience, sufficient- ly impressed, witheld their views on so pro- found a subject, perhaps because they felt they weren’t adequately informed on the merits of these objects of much discussion, and so some judgment was passed bv Bernie Roach. We don’t remember w’hat it was, but we are sure that if the mosquito didn’t win, the flea did. The Seniors gave the Freshmen a Lollv- pop party one night — or perhaps we should say evening — and lowered themselves eno ' igh to pffiy “Bos ' ' on” and “Drop The Handkerchief” with underclassmen. We hope the “Frosh” appreciated the treat of being the guests of the Seniors. On the evening of November the seventh the Senior Class was delightfu lly enter- tained at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Brag- don. Throughout the year the Seniors graced the undergraduates dances and parties with their most august presence. Then came “Once There Was A Princess.” Of course the play was exceptional, being coached by Miss White and acted by tal- ented Seniors. Bud Bearse proved his ability as an actor when he pretended to wash windows in such a manner that he de- ceived everybody but his mother. Evelyn Jones made herself thoroughly disliked, and Norma Spear and A1 Newton (without much coaching) did some excellent love scenes. Connie Hall, the princess, won the hearts of everybody, even the good-looking Junior ushers. Dorothy Mitchell was a perfect mother and Gareth Bodwill played the husband splendidly. And we defy any- body to find a cuter “little sister” than Dor- othy Brigham. Busy days followed, but seldom did the Seniors lose their poise or dignity except when Peggy Markt giggled or someone re- ceived his pictures from Purdy’s. The Senior Class pictures are printed (by permission) in the “Voice”. This is an in- ducement to purchase a copy and the staff didn’t request us to advertise; in fact, it has been widely circulated that they prefer that we shouldn’t mention the pictures, lest they be left with a surplus of copies. Now, we have passed our final exams (teachers kindly note) and we are ready to be graduated. Our banquet, graduation, and reception are the last times we are to- gether as Seniors, but always we shall be united by that indomitable spirit, the Spirit of ’31. A PARTING WORD Although we Seniors are leaving Sharon High School, the wise philosophies and characteristics of our beloved faculty will ever remain with us. If some of us should aspire to become artists, or telephone operators, the words of Miss White, “Learn your lines!” will ever ring in our ears. The elephants on the Ivory Salt boxes will always recall Miss Chase, while each winter season will bring us memories of Miss Frost. Or, if a few cf us should become professional hold-up men, we should address our victims in the words of Mr. Barber, “Don’t forget that note; Tomorrow is your last chance!” And then of course, the very sight of bugs will re- mind us of Mr. Held! But all joking aside, we’ve really enjoyed every minute wHh you, Faculty; you’ve been fine sports, and we’ll never forget you ! !