Somerset High School - Raider / Memoirs Yearbook (Somerset, MA)

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As I look back through the years, my mind dwells upon those wonderful days at Somerset High—days which brought us a wealth of knowledge along with friends who will never be forgotten. Through those cheery portals we passed each day, not realizing how this daily routine had become a part of us. Yes, it all seems like a dream—a beautiful dream from which we can never truly awaken. In the fall of 1945, we became a part of the student body, having to become accustomed to new rules, programs, teachers, and friends. Under the able direction of Mr. McHugh, we elected Charles Bergeron as President; Claire Powers, Vice-President; Mabel Rivard, Secretary; Carl Sanderson, Treasurer; Patricia Morgan, Girl Councillor; and Albert Comeau as Boy Councillor. In the Welcome Dance” sponsored by the Senior Class we were intro¬ duced to the school and to each other. Somerset High, with its fine basketball team, finally played at Boston Garden. Although we were defeated by Provincetown in the semi-finals, it was a great thrill and a wonderful experience. We found ourselves in the red” after our first enterprise— The Spring Hop;” but, we were just unworldly” Freshmen. Our last excursion of the year was the sight-seeing trip to Boston, which was highlighted by an exhausting climb to the top of the Bunker Hill Monument... a fine ending to a wonderful ’’first year” at Somerset High. After a relaxing summer, we, as sophisticated Sophomores, became upper classmen. With Miss Harrington as our advisor we elected as President, Joseph Wolstencroft; Vice- President, Claire Powers; Secretary, Dolores Santos; Treasurer, Carl Sanderso n; Girl Coun¬ cillor, Patricia Morgan; and as Boy Councillor, Albert Comeau. Again, we were fortunate enough—or should I say, our team was skilled enough”—to play at Boston Garden, but again we were defeated in the semi-finals by Provincetown. Our last day of school was spent at Fort Phoenix, and our Sophomore year ended with a fun-packed” evening at Lincoln Park. We began to feel ourselves growing up as we entered our Junior Year. With the guidance of Miss Harrington we elected as our class officers, Joseph Barboza, President; Phyllis Bradley, Vice-President; Janice Duckworth, Secretary; David Traynor, Treasurer; Joan Fredenburg, Girl Councillor; and Paul Heroux, Boy Councillor. We gained confi¬ dence in ourselves with the presentation of our Junior Barn Dance,” a spectacular Novem-

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CLASS WILL We, the Class of 1949, being of sound and disposing minds, make, publish and declare this, of our own free will and accord, our last will and testament: I, James Waring, leave my six feet three inches to Kenneth Jack in hopes that he may soon be able to erase the boards. I, David Traynor, leave my long arms to next year’s basketball guards. We, Joan Fredenburg and Marilou Sullivan, leave our locker to someone who has the time to clean it out. I, Clifford Southwick, leave my signature to any person who has hopes of becoming a future banker. I, Joseph O’Connell, leave my red shirts and yellow ties to anyone brave enough to wear them. We, Comeau, Sanderson, and Soares, leave our sports ability to all future athletic teams at S.H.S. I, Phyllis Shaw, leave my freckles to anyone who will take them. I, Barbara Smith, leave my New Look” to Marilyn Araujo—may she keep it in style at S.H.S. I, Ernest Pacheco, leave my dancing ability to all Freshmen who have yet to brave the dangers of the dance floor. I, Thomas Lawton, leave my French accent to Preston Smith to use next year when the class needs a laugh. I, Rick Cadorette, leave my piano playing ability to anyone who will enliven the early morn¬ ing pre-school hours. I, Blake Hayden, leave my songs to brighten up the rides on the Blue Bolt to away” games. We, the Staff of Memoirs XII, leave our book to encourage next year’s staff when the going gets rough. We have heretofore ascribed our names and affixed our seal this fifteenth day of June, in the year of our Lord, nineteen hundred and forty-nine. 19

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! HISTORY ber hop” with a humorous floor show; for it was one of the best dances in the school ' s history. This was the year which caused us so much excitement, for our basketball team beat our old jinx,” Provincetown; and proudly won the title, Class C Champs,” by defeat¬ ing Oliver Ames in the finals. It was with much excitement that we, as Juniors, became the proud owners of our long-awaited class rings. They bore the symbol of our school—a step further on the road to graduation. How proud we were to wear them! Our present to the grateful Class of 1948 was the annual Junior-Senior Prom,” which set the record for attendance at Proms. The beautiful decorations on an Alice in Wonderland” motif proved very successful and a splendid farewell to the graduating class. Once again, we spent another happy day together at Fort Phoenix saying good-bye” for the summer. The fall of 1948 finally arrived and we found ourselves lofty members of the Senior Class. It just couldn’t be true! Yet, we weren’t dreaming! We elected, with Miss Mason as our new advisor, Charles Bergeron as President; Patricia Green, Vice-President; Catherine Quental, Secretary; Ernest Pacheco, Treasurer; Joan Fredenburg, Girl Councillor; and Arthur Soares as Boy Councillor. Our first dance of the year was the Welcome Hop” at which the Freshmen were introduced. We, as Seniors, could well understand the feelings of the wide-eyed Freshmen. In November, Mr. Kilgrew appointed the staff of Memoirs XII; and, with Phyllis Bradley as Editor, Joseph Barboza, her assistant, and Joseph O’Connell as Business Manager, we began to busy ourselves in collecting data for our splendid Year¬ book. The Pirates of Penzance,” the operetta in which many members of the Senior Class took part, was a great success, and after its production we found ourselves beginning to feel the strain of solid” studying for various exams.In February we received a part of our Senior Orals—a present on which to work during the February vacation. The much- awaited Sadie Hawkins Day” was sponsored, and it proved to be an all day affair, with much fun for all. With the coming of the Class Banquet, the Senior Prom, and the Class Outing, we began to attract much attention by our endless bustling. And so, as I close the blue cover of my memory-filled treasure chest, my mind is filled with rosy thoughts of four wonderful years. And, through the blur of dreamy and exciting happenings, there is the one memorable event which brought many a lump to the throats of my friends—Graduation Night. It wasn’t until we received our diplomas that we realized we were no longer Seniors—we were Alumni ! ! !