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

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Fine, all in there, said Peter closing the gate for the last time. But wait, I ' m Rona Sande, and Standing before Peter was the same person that had been interrupting him after each interview looking downcast, with toes pointed out in a ballet position. Oh all right go on in kid, relented Peter, You ' d make the fourteenth and we can t allow thirteen in because that ' s unlucky. Yes— Go on in ! ' 28

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Dancer? questioned Peter. Guess that ' s a good enough profession, but I ' m sorry, we have no room for you up here. Step aside please. But No buts about it. Move to the left please. There is just no job for you up here. Next? Barbara Woodbeck squealed a voice. Private secretary to Howard Hennigar of Sheffield High School. Can take dictation at 299 words a minute, and can type a letter in ' two shakes of your white beard. But if I employed you up here in our Golden Book, you wouldn ' t be able to write in shorthand after all, I have to be able to read it. I can always type it. . . .after all, 299 words a minute is nothing to sneeze at, was the answer! In then, said Pete, But don ' t forget, I don ' t want a lap-sitting kind of secretary. I ' m a little old for that. No, not old Pete, just tired, said a voice, and I ' m just the man you ' ve been looking for. Name is Roger Charbonneau, and I am an airplane pilot. Fly a jet so fast that the breeze it leaves behind would bounce you down to earth and back up again before you even knew it. UH-HUH, I ' m your man. I ' ll keep all the clouds in formation and still have time to chauffeur you around in your private convertible XB-849. St. Peter, I ' m Rona Sande, interrupted a voice and Scram, said St. Peter. Go ahead past, them, Roger, hurried Pete, before I change my mind. I ' m Rona Sande, and SCRAM, said Pete. Next, shouted a tall man now at the head of the line, I ' m Henri Polastri, a car- penter. Willing to do most anything just as long as I still have time for a little sleep and food. ' There is no place for laziness up here Henri, said Peter sternly. Oh, I ' m not lazy replied Henri, just believe that all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy . No sir, I ' m always full of energy. In fact, if you ' ll just open that gate a bit further and let me in, I ' ll fix it for you fight now ' Fix it ' but it ' s not broken, returned Peter. Oh no, turn around and look ' As the old man turned, Henry swept by, through the gate and out into the atmosphere. Guess. I ' m just getting old, if I can be fooled by that, ' Look behind ya trick ' , he murmured. Well, let ' s get on with it. Who ' s next? I ' m Rona Sande Go away, said Peter. I ' m Rona Sande and No) I said, so go away from here you. Next? Ann Nott. I was a typist in the air force after finishing high school, and in my forty-fourth year of service, I was personal secretary to General Nightencoop , proud- ly, said Ann. Not bad, not bad, mused Pete. Well you can be Private Secretary to my private secretary. Stop everything ' . It ' s me, shouted a manly voice. St. Peter, now that I ' m here, you ' re troubles are over. I was a farmer in my younger days, and still have all the gumption that I had right after I finished my course at the Stockbridge School of Ag- riculture at the University of Massachusetts, Yup, your troubles are solved now. Every- one must eat, and I can cultivate the best Manna in all of Heaven. 27

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TO EACH A GIFT Class Qifts i To George, who will attend the U. of M, Please take these picture frames. And in them place the photographs Of all your dear, sweet flames. To Ann, the prettiest of the class, We give this Revlon kit. So you will always look exquisite When your boy friends come to visit. To Henry, our future pilot, We give this aeroplane. Make sure you check with the weather bureau, So you won ' t get caught in the rain. When Bruno, your cat, gets rough, And scratches your han ds to a frazzle, We give this hydrogen-peroxide, Marie, So the boys, with your hands, you may dazzle, To the ideal secretary, Barbara, We give this little time clock. Keep track of all the hours you work So the boss, your pay, won ' t dock. To Dick, our class flirt, We give this bright red shirt. So when you travel out someday All the girls will look your way. To Frank, who is a big boy now, We give this shaving kit. So when that annoying beard appears You ' ll soon be rid of it. 29