Sharon High School - Marsengold Yearbook (Sharon, MA)

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Marsengold 4' I - - -P X. R X ' CLASS 1.65 oF ' q ' , 4 Q X Z S East will anh Imtanirnt We, the members of the seventieth graduating class of Sharon High School fsome charter members are still in our midstj being of unsound mind and body fafter a particularly bad week-end! be- queath, willingly or otherwise, unto our successors the following gems of observa- tion collected during our four years of servitude. Patricia Allen leaves, resolving to shine her diamond every day. Edwin Baldwin leaves his blush to Donald Wallace, who could use a little of Eddie's bashfulness. Carolyn Bodwell leaves - late, as usual. Philip Bonz leaves Gwen on the train to Vassar-awww! Richard Butler leaves-wait a min- ute, he forgot! Prescott Chamberlain leaves his specialty of glue-finished furniture to any daring underclassman. Thomas Cleveland leaves his spot on the first team to Norman Robillard. Keep your eye on the ball, Rogie. Warren Cole leaves his pink shirts to his brother Butch, who, he thinks, will be agreeable to the idea. Francis Davidson leaves his Toni Refill Kit to Al Kafka, for the wave that gives that natural look . A John Deltano leaves, still firmly believing the Braves will win a World Series. Don't hold your breath waiting, John. Amber Ehrisman leaves her love for animals to Norma Osborn-and we do mean horses! Beverly Fakkel leaves with a ticket to Bar Harbor. Don't work too hard, Bev. Robert Feist leaves his place on the baseball team to Joe Monahan. Elaine Golden leaves her witty re- marks for any occasion to Shirley Alexander. Can you stay up all night thinking of wisecracks for the next day, Shirley? Charles Goodwin leaves his spec- tacular stature to George Griffin. Is it snowing up there, Sonny? Anne Graham leaves her letters from Quincy to Marilyn Watterson. Keep the stampright side up, kids! James Gregory leaves for parts un- known. Roberta Guillet leaves her passion for alumni to Nancy, who we know will carry on the famliy line , Keep it straight, Sis! James Hagan leaves his golden tresses to Jimmy Boyden, to comple- ment his Kirk Douglas appearance. Bruce Harding leaves for Michi- gan. Hi-ho, Alice. Henry Hodgdon leaves Betty Ann Hewitt to Harry and Eddie. Ronald Hull leaves his ping-pong ability to Bill Welch. Can you do as well, Bill? Q Elizabeth Hurley leaves her dy- namic driving to Dirk Wrightson. Do we hear a siren in the distance? William Jeffords leaves in pursuit of game. Deer, dear! Marliyn Jerauld leaves her foot- thick dictionary to any enterprising junior with plenty of time. Donald King leaves his banker's hours to Beverly Keating, who will definitely appreciate them.

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'123'-33' Marsengold 2224 ' 'f 22? g that satisfy you, my children? Swami asked, replacing her teeth. As Stanley Parrish and Jeff Chamber- lain glided sophisticatedly through the door, pennies were thrown at the two class entertainers in hopes that they would do a toe dance for the audience. Your prophecy is in your faces, intoned the Swami as she turned away. Elizabeth Hurley dove through the cur- tains and gasped excitedly, Where does my future lie? In the Norwood Arena, the Swami said, as the first woman winner of the three-day endurance stock-car race, with Edmund Raeder setting the pace on his trusty bicycle. I do believe that's John Pruett sitting in the timer's box. No wonder Sharon won. Eleanor Maria, with Eleanor Niethold tagging behind her, blithely jumped over the barrels of pinl-l lemonade, and screamed, Do we have a future, Swami? I see stacks of silver piled in front of Eleanor Maria's cashier desk which were profits gained from the mouth-watering food served by Eleanor Niethold. Pushing timidly forward, Anne Graham blushingly asked the Swami what the fu- ture held for her. Swami gazed in and de- scribed the view which she beheld. A spectacular ice ballet with you as its star, she exclaimed. I hope the ice is thick enough! As Anne made her way out, Tommy Markt leaped into the den. The crystal quickly focused. I see you driving your father's oil truck with a sign saying 'No Riders'. Who's the passenger, Tommy? Trying to overcome the onrush of his classmates, Kenny Ornell quietly entered the room to have his future prophesied. The Swami related, You 'are pictured dressed in the military uniform of a chap- lain, proceeding through your chapel. Have I foreseen your hopes of the future correctly, Kenny? The group was pushed apart as Tommy Cleveland's and Jimmy Hagan's broad shoulders were seen boldly edging their way in. The Swami, without hesitation, exclaimed, 'We1l, if it isn't the stars of the Scintillating Celtics, champion bas- ketball team of the world-Have you en- tered the Brockton Tournament yet, boys? Along with you fellows, I see your crack cheerleaders, Amber Ehrisman and Beverly Fakkel, the best cheerleaders for the best team ever. Then the Swami took a quick peek in the crystal ball andusaw the two univer- sally famous scientists, John Deltano and Bruce Harding, diligently working on a formula for the oxygen bomb. In the same laboratory, Guy Littlefield and Robert Rodman were mixing a witch's brew in a giant coke glass, courtesy of Moulton's. Thank you. Their ever-ready secretaries, Margaret and Marie Minerva, could be seen typing laboriously in the offices of the atomic heater company, now and then dipping their hands into the cold freezer next to their desks. As the Swami lifted her head, in came Robert Feist and Charlie Goodwin with their elevator shoes. Speak not, said the Swami, for I see you marching down South Main Street, carrying signs adver- tising the Empire State Building. Arnold Mitchell and Ronald Hull, with Pat White between them, were the next in line. The Swami exclaimed, Well, if it isn't Pat and Ronny, stars of the Arnold Mitchell production, Sally, Slave Girl of the Siberian Salt Mines? Bill Jeffords swaggered in, adjusting his bell-bottom trousers. Ah-hah, said the Swami, I see you drawing lots to de- cide which port to head for next. Why don't you give the cold girls in Chile a break, Bill? Pushing the button that pushes the but- tons, in other words their husbands, Jean- ette McDonald and Joan Steinmetz were next pictured in the crystal ball, as they applied corn plasters to their housemaid's knees. Green rolling hills and red barns were next seen in the upside down coffee per- colator as the Swami pantingly wiped her brow Qwhat there was of ith. Why that's farmer Robert Lowden, she cried. And who is that nurse with him? Why, its Evelyn Shankman, injecting his animals with small pox serum. I have prophesied my last future, I hope, sighed the Swami. No, you forgot us, screamed Hank, Itchy, and Frank as they crowded her back to her magic globe. So I have, so I have, she said unen- thusiastically. I see you boys as teachers in your former Alma Mater. You, Rich- ard Butler, teaching English, you, Henry Hodgdon, as a gym teacher, and you, Frank Davidson, as mechanical drawing instructorf' As the Class of 1950 made their way gratefully into the clean, cool night air, they waved goodbye to the Swami, who certainly wasn't much to look at but just radiated personality! JEAN MCDONALD ELAINE GOLDEN MARY PRATT ROBERTA GUILLET BEVERLY FAKKEL ANNE GRAHAM 23 .

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Marsengold ci. - ' ' Guy Littlefield leaves his educated thumb to Billy Marshall. Hope you get home tonight, Bill! Robert Lowden leaves quietly, per usual. Eleanor Maria leaves Duffy White on the cash register, hoping he keeps those figures straight. Thomas Markt leaves to pester the girls in the square instead of in the corridors. Jean McDonald leaves her ability to argue over anything to her sister Phyllis, who has already proven her worth. Jeanette McDonald leaves to join Herby. Margaret Minerva leaves her abil- ity to go with one man to Bimny Yates. Marie Minerva leaves Norma Rus- sell a pleasant prospect in Attleboro. Or will Dorchester do? Arnold Mitchell leaves his athletic ability to his sister Elaine. Robert Murray leaves his genius for drawing to some talented junior. They can, at least, attempt to have a yearbook as good as ours. 'Eleanor Niethold leaves with a Naval escort. Catch? Kenneth Ornell leaves for Connec- ticut Women's College to renew an old acquaintance. Hi, Jane! Stanley Parrish leaves his quiet composure to Charlie McNair. Don't get caught, Charlie! Gwenith Peters leaves for good. We're all sorry to see her go, but we wish her every success. Mary Pratt leaves with tears in her eyes. Are they for the school or for Rikki, Dogie? ' John Pruett leaves. What'll the Varsity Club do now? John Raeder leaves his back seat in 105 to any junior who can use it to advantage. Shirley Ritter leaves her glamour girls to George O'Dea. Need we say more? Robert Rodman leaves his truck to Spencer Hall- to run errands. Keep your eyes on the road, Spence! Carole Sacks leaves her pile of gym excuses to any girl with her love of tumbling. Evelyn Shankman leaves her smooth sophistication to any junior who thinks she can fill her shoes C692 AAD. ' Art-hur Smith leaves, concluding that, in order to avoid tive o'clock shad- ow, he'll have to shave every hour on the hour. Joan Steinmetz leaves her ability to feel at home in a new town to any incoming senior. Beverly Stewart leaves her com- posure to Judy Bradford for use on senior play night. John Stressenger leaves, making sure Carolyn is right behind him. Patricia White leaves looking as pretty as ever. To Miss Newton we leave a 1951 scooter to follow next year's photogra- phers around. We leave Miss Schaal with a good OJ impression of the senior class. We leave Mr. Kaufman a supply of atomic heaters to warm the labora- tory. We leave Mr. Conroy a harder working P. A. D. class, we hope. To Mrs. Keyes we leave a better tumbling team. We leave Mr. Mahoney a discount in Parker's Toy Store. We leave Miss Johnston a new set of lungs for those that she wore out on our shorthand classes. We leave Mr. Konsavage with high hopes for the best basketball team ever. To Miss Chase we leave a much needed supply of Alka-Seltzer, presum- ing her next homeroom is as kind to her as we were. We leave Mrs. Higginson a class who, at least, knows the difference be- tween a sewing machine and a stove. To Mr. Taplin, we leave a new Glee Club. He needs it. We leave Mr. Koskella in the midst of moving into his new house. If you ever need a baby-sitter, call on us. To Mr. Clark, we leave the well- behaved, intelligent, and amiable class of 1951. What happens in 1952? Witnesses Sledgy-Foot Rudolph, the Red-nosed Rein- deer Sherman L. Sturdley Signed: The Senior Class of ' Sharon High School Testators Carolyn Bodwell Arnold Mitchell Gwenith Peters Carole Sacks Evelyn Shankrnan