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

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70M I, Josephine Marino, leave my bracelets to anyone who can stand the noise of them. We, Bob Sykes and Gerry Archard, leave our shoes to be filled by future S.H.S. co¬ captains. I, Steve McGowan, leave my middle name Shumway” to anyone who wants it. I, Jim Blackledge, leave my weed s” to Mr. O’Brien. I, Ray Mullen, leave my football uniform to any 4’5” underclassman. I, Anne O’Connell, leave a bottle of aspirins to next year’s Memoirs’ editor. I, Eileen Raposa, leave my curly hair to anyone who has to curl theirs every night. I, May Robinson, leave my music ability to any future virtuoso. I, Peggy Rosa, leave my cash register to anyone with a load of patience. We, Joan Souza and Marion Douthwright, leave our typewriters to next year’s typists for the Yearbook. I, Tony Torres, leave my speed and aggressiveness to Lucy Ann Sawyer. We, Dot Linley and Pat Chorlton, did leave French. We, the senior members of the Round Table, leave a round table. We, the senior members of the Camera Club leave the darkroom to future steady couples of S.H.S. In witness whereof, we have heretofore ascribed our names to this, the sixth month in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred and fifty-five.

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We, the Class of 1955, being of sound mind and memory, do make, ordain, and pub¬ lish this to be our last will and testament. I, Billy Andersen, leave my Brazilian briefcase to Mr. Kineavy so he won’t lose all his papers. I, Jackie Benevides, leave my baton to next year’s head majorette. I. Dick Boulay, leave my smile to any junior who wants to get along with Miss Walsh. I, Jane Burns, leave my 5’7” to Judy Borge. I, Charles Chorlton, leave my title Class President” to anyone who wants it. We, the cheerleaders, leave our battered megaphones to anyone who thinks they can do something with them. I, Pete Cobery, leave my camera to future photographers. I, Frank Crowley, leave my gift of gab to Paul Ouimet. I. Louise Cuttle, leave my messy locker to anyone who wants to clean it. I, Connie Broadhurst, leave my bells. I, Nancy Douthwright, leave stretch” to all basketball players under 5’. I, Mary Ducharme, leave my wit to any sad sack.” I, Carol Frenette, leave my long hair to anyone who has the patience to wash it. I, Dick Harris, left my hot rod to Tom Harrington. I, Barty House, leave my red hair to anyone who can take a lot of razzing. We, Bob Hutchinson, Anita Duquette, Jackie Lockett and Walt Curt, leave our English marks to those general students put in College English. I, Don Kasher, leave my glasses to any person taking straight college courses. I, Paul Lefebvre, leave my French accent to future Irishmen in Le Cercle Francais. I, Tom Maggiacomo, leave my Blood in the Saddle” to all those people who can’t sing.

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