Sheffield High School - Sentinel Pines Yearbook (Sheffield, MA)

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Seniors Farewell We are the class of 52 , Few in number but cherished by you. We are your children, neighbors, and friends; We are the outcome of your helpfulness. You ' ve stood by us through thick and thin, And many a time you ' ve said can they win. You ' ve pampered and loved our each little whim, Said solemnly after us; is this the end. Though still you ' ve fought for all of us For our happiness, fun, and selfish wants, You stood by us in sickness and health, And nursed us back to happiness. You fed, clothed, and gave us your love, Asking nothing in return but our sincereness. You supported our games, our dances, our plays, You gave us all) Yes all, anyone could. We feel here tonight, that we ' ve lost all, But we know there ' s more; yes more to come. For your love and kindness shall follow the years Till we can repay your helpfulness. We now are leaving the stages of youth Soon to enter the threshold of life. And many a path we each shall follow With our life and future before us. 24

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Scrap 8. Ann Markham wills and bequeaths to any future commercial student, the ability to foul up the mimeograph machine every time she runs off a stencil. Scrap 9. The wit amongst our little tribe, Roger Charbonneau, disposes the trait on carrot- topped John Martin. Scrap 10. Anne Thomson, our girl athlete, wills her ability to get thrown out of a basketball game (on fouls of course) during the first quarter to Sandra Pinkney. Scrap 11. George Bagnaschi leaves his ability as a leader to Thumper Frank Smith. Scrap 1Z. Barbara Woodbeck, the she-wolf in our klan, leaves her ability to flirt with any boy to Dora Warren. Scrap 13. Lanky Dick Boardman, bestows his title of Class Heartbreaker to his kid brother, Shears. Scrap 14. Our food lover, Marie Rueger, leaves her exceptionally large appetite to Ann Macy. To see that our last desires are fulfilled after having completely exhausted each and every fragment, we present this power of attorney to Mr. Thomas Norton so that these infamous re- quests are executed as a final act of kindness to a thought-little-of group of obsequious, uneducated mortals. Signed, Ann What ' s up doc ? Markham Ann Who me ? Nott Verna Oh, crumb West Nancy Why did ' nt you tell me I looked like this? Gilligan Roger Already? Charbonneau Shirley Isn ' t that cute MacKenzie Henry What ' s the answer? Polastri Rona Let ' s face it Sande Marie Shaddup Rueger Barbara Oh, no Woodbeck Anne Oh, I don ' t think so Thomson Frank Why sure Bachetti Richard Oh sure, any old time Boardman George Why me? Bagnaschi 23

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Class Prophecy TIME: The year 2102. PLACE: Just outside the Pearly Gates of Heaven. The trumpets blew, shattering the blissful peace o Heaven. A host of little angels stood at attention--erect and tense. They were anxious and excited because such trum- peting could mean but one thing--some poor soul was having difficulty unlatching the Pearly Gates) Suddenly a little cloud drew up to the curb, and St. Peter, with a pile of record books under each arm, stepped forth. A deep frown creased his brow. He knew the trouble, and expected it. He peered without the Pearly Gates, and there, low and behold, was the Sheffield High School Graduating Class of 1952 huddled in a group. Look, Pete, it ' s cold out here. What ' s chances of a little hospitality? For safety ' s sake, old Pete reached into his bed-shirted sports jacket and pulled out another lock which he quickly snapped into position. No double talk now) No one, but no one, gets past these wrought Pearly Gates until they prove to my satisfaction that they ' re worthy of this exclusive abode. Instantly a natural angelic expression replaced the normal faces of each of the Sheffield cherubs. But of course we ' re. . . .If you ' re looking for first class characters, look no further. We re the real McCoy. Satisfaction guaranteed or money refunded. Peter glanced at them sidewise, and said, No comments please. Let ' s handle this in a businesslike fashion. The line forms to the right, and one at a time step up here and give me your name, address, phone number, two business references, and one reason why you think you belong here, and believe me, the reason better be a lu-lu The little figure that had acted as spokesman for the group took her place at the head of the line. She came forward now, demure and a little frightened, but looked St. Peter squarely in the eye. My name is Verna West. I live at, I mean I had been living at 331 Park Ave. in New York City--Telephone CI 6-3359. I ' ve been nursing old men for the past 20 years St. Peter, and that ' s exactly why I should be allowed inside. I can cure anything. You name it, I ' ll fix it. Foot-ache, ear-ache, stomach-ache, wing trouble and I have my trusty teammate right here with me. St. Peter, this is Tommy .... .1 mean Miss Thomson. Tommy, let me introduce my old friend Pete. Uh-huh, uh-huh, harrumphed Peter, old friend eh But Miss West, we aren ' t discussing Miss Thomson now. It ' s YOU we ' re not interested in. But don ' t you see. . . .Tommy ' s blameless history on earth is just the same as mine. I was only trying to save you extra work. We attended Hartford Nursing School together, and then both of us entered the profession as Registered Nurses. Tommy majored in child care, and I was one of the floor supervisors of Hartford Hospital before I moved to the big city to be with my husband. Hold on, hold on, shouted the guardian of the gate. Granted, that ' s a pretty good record, but there is no Pain here in Heaven, so you may just as well skip along if that ' s all you have to offer. But St. Pete, you can ' t do this to me I know, I ' ll play the organ for you. You must have an organ floating around here somewhere. Just anyone who is anyone has an organ, and , said Verna. Mmmmmmm, a heavenly organ player, mused Peter. Could do worse I s ' pose. All right, all right, go on in. Next!!!! Tommy had been left standing while St. Peter opened the gate for Verna, and as he started to close it, she ran forward in an attempt to squeeze through. What about me, she cried! 25