Sharon High School - Marsengold Yearbook (Sharon, MA)

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disposition -but after all, what more is needed except jean herself-to Chris Seibert. Lucky girl! The senior class in totum leaves little to be desired being in effect a perfect class. However, since it seems to be expected of us, we further leave Mr. Kean in the throes of a fascinating Russian novel, which, incidentally, we mustn't read until we're a little older. XVe leave Mr. Pedley much to our regret and probably much to his relief. XVe'l1 carry his parental outbursts in our chastened memories. XVe leave Mrs. Hall sadly in need of a bass section and a soprano-alto backbone for her brilliant glee club. To make anything of the juniors she'll simply have to do the impossible as usual. NVe leave the Misses Chase and Newton tender memories of a unique class and of a class full of fun and cussedness, the class of '42, of course. XVe leave Mr. Weldon with wishes of good luck and happy sailing. Uncle Sam's going to run out another pair of sea legs. VVe leave Mr. Clark in a decided quandary as to whether or not he will ever be able to replace us, and whether he would be willing to do so if he could. NVe leave Mr. Ward to the moguls of the U. S. Army. We hope he takes as much out of the japs as we've taken out of him. NVe leave Mr. Cartensen with the ranks of his traffic squad sadly depleted, however, replacements in the shape of dummies shouldn't be hard to find with the junior class around. To the freshman class we leave the hope that with the advancing years they will drop their lollipops, learn to apply makeup without calling constantly for the services of a fire extinguisher, and remain always the simple, innocent babes-in-arms they now are. To the very learned, junior-to-be, wise fools we leave our place in the heavens conHdent that they can never fill it. We wish, further, the best of luck in all their wild-cat schemes to these darling ignorami of the gods. Bless their sophmoronic little hearts! To our honored successors, the juniors, we leave a neat job of ribbing and the sincere hope that they will perform as comolete a task, and one as faithfully executed, as we believe that we, the senior class, have been privileged to conclude now after 'four years at Sharon High School. Bonne chance! In witness whereof, we, the class of 1942. have hereunto subscribed our names and affixed our seal, this eighth day of june, in the fateful year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred and forty-two. CSignedD Tins CLASS or 1942 SHARON HIGH Scuoor. XVitm-sses: F. D. Roosevelt Testators: David lrVinn Bishop loseplz Stalin Edward Martin Berger Winston Clnn'r'lfiI1 Irving Ritson Post puggr' lu'1'nty-.s'i.r

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might try it for size as an aid to getting the point of certain remarks innocently directed toward him from time to time. Catherine Elizabeth Rockett leaves the girls' basketball team sadly in the lurch, together with a certain powerful attraction for a gentleman whom we are powerless to name. Roslyn Bernice Rodman leaves her oral reading ability to any junior girl that just has to talk. Now, girls, don't rush us. Sanford Prescott Rogers leaves his strong. silent manner to Sumner Muscles Aronson, who will do well to follow Sanls lead, at least as regards the silent part. Peter lllcrner Seihert leaves his skiing talent to Allan Davis. In all fairness he cannot be held responsible for an endowment not intended for him by nature. Pete has decided to take up telegraphyg that is, Morse code. John David Shyne leaves his driving ability to Peter Bolan. juniors are warned in advance, so please do not expect any sympathy from us. Helen Anne Stewart leaves. to the demoralization of our armed forces, three sailors for four soldiers. Don't tell it to the marines! Paul Honey Tanner bequeaths his middle name to Mary Saunders to make her even sweeter than she is. Irving Francis Traut leaves his Packard to the whole junior class, and believe me, the cute little tykes will fit. How about a substitute for gas, geniuses? Zoe Marjorie Traut leaves that ever-present wad of gum to the United States Rubber Co. YVhat on earth will be left for her to think about when sheis busy talking? Patricia Mauis Trunrly leaves a lingering look, lovingly to Yvonne Le- Tourneau, who. like Pat, has got her man. Herbert Anonymous Turclc, lr. leaves every girl in the high school gasping for air. Now that it can be told, the formula is very simple fellows: one bottle of peroxide and a set of curlers. Nicholas Angelo Vacca leaves his flying fingers to the aspiring under- graduate typists that they may make the keyboards ring as he does. John Frederick Van Vaerenwyclc leaves his mysterious knowledge and magic touch with the amplifier to Phil VVhitney. Off the record we feel reasonably sure that this job will be somewhat neglected by this budding mechanical genius in favor of a course in the proper understanding of the modern woman. Vain hope! Carlotta Mary Vitali leaves her eternally youthful spirit and celestial dis- position to Priscilla Sherwood, who, it is hoped, will inspire in the juniors at least a spark of wit in their early decadence. Helen Florence Voit leaves with her heart intact, as we all expected she would, she is still in search of a junior of the feminine persuasion who will carry the torch for the suffragettes, but then the junior girls don't seem to think they have any rights -women's or others, they're all the same to them. Ruth lVeir leaves her eternal smile to Valerie WVilliams, who would do well to remember that little girls are better seen than heard. lean Mary Wilson leaves, to be brutally frank, nothing but her grand page twenty-five

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Class Prophecy Foreword: All incidents recounted here are purely imaginary and any resemblance, however slight to another play by another dramatist is more intentional than you might think. ACT I Time: A warm summer evening. For the first act the time may be as- sumed to be the present: for the second, the time is ten years later: and in the third, we have somehow returned to 1942. Setting: A drawing room furnished in the usual manner, in the rear, glass doors which open into a garden, beyond which is a forest. Characters: Class of '-12. As the scene opens, our principals are seated about the room on sofas, etc. They are unnaturally quiet, in fact, no one is making a sound. They all seem to be waiting for something to happen. Presently the door opens Qwe don't think it is the glass one, if we didnit mention another. there is one, you may be sure.l A negro maid enters carrying a candelabrum which she sets on the table, she then withdraws. She bears a striking resemblance to the Lula of our play, but we donit know how she got in here. Isn't that .Ieannie XVilson over there on the couch? VVell, then, the only way we can think of explaining it is by assuming that this must be Lulais other self, or XVilson letting Lula tote her own Southern accent around-or something. However, no one seems to see anything unusual in the incident. At last the silence is broken by none other than - ELEANOR FISHBIAN fwith great dramatic emphasisi: VVhat are we all doing here? NVhat is this place? YVhy did We come here?,' JOHN HEMENWAY: I donit get this at all. What's it about anywayfy' BETTY FRYE fvery earnestlyl: It's just this: the place is peculiar. If we go out that door when the moon rises and go into these woods, we shall see ourselves as we otherwise might be, in the future for instance, and, if you're interested that is a direct steal from Dear Brutus. with portions of A Midsummer Niglzffs- Dream thrown inf, HELEN VOIT: I don't understand it at all. QFrankly, friends, neither do we? HERBIE TURCK Crising and gesturing towards the doorj: What difference does it make whether we understand it or not - it ought to be interestingf, Ah. yes the same old Turck, place and time notwithstanding. RUTH FLANAGAN fchewing quietly on her best fingernail, ignoring completely the Fryeis previous learned exposition, or dreaming as usuall: I read something like this once-it was a play by- by-who or whom was it by? JAY SHYNE fjumping up and starting for the doorj: XVell. whos first? No shoving. childrenf' Since there is no movement on the party of anyone toward the door. he subsides and returns slowly toward the others. There is a murmur of low conversation from them. grouped together, above these rises a decisive voice. page fweiifzf-.seiimz