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

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TViU I, David Sullivan, leave my baby face to future post-graduate students. I, Joe Zagorski, leave my tuba to Mr. G. If he can fix it up, he can have it. I, Nancy Dickison, leave my Ma as next year ' s official chauffeur. I, Dan Salmon, leave my sharp red basketball shorts to “Little Fish. I, Maggie Pacheco, leave the doodling which adorns my book cover to any¬ one down in the dumps. I, Kathy Miguel, leave my height to all giant underclassmen. I, Lucyanne Sawyer, leave my unused resin to would-be followers of George Liberace. I, Marcia Parrott, leave my Marlon Brando album to anyone who will keep it up to date. I, Joan Bridgeman, will leave Mr. Ataman, our Memoirs photographer, alone, if we both survive ' till this yearbook is finished. I, Barbara Horan, left New York to attend a great school—Somerset! I, Manny Dias, leave—I hope! I, Charlie Mendes, left my Parisian accent in French I. I, Lois Chace, leave my title of Miss in June. We, the Hoopsters of ' 56, leave our practice outfits to future home economics students. If they can patch those up, they are sure to succeed. We, the graduates of ' 56, leave our outstanding scholastic and athletic re¬ cords to be upheld by all future classes of Somerset High School.

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We, the Class of 1956, being of sound mind and memory, do make, ordain, and publish this to be our last will and testament. I, Joyce Brockman, leave my problems to my sister Lola. May she worm out of them as easily as I did . I, Sylvia Chase, leave my patience to next year ' s head cheerleader. Without it she ' d never last. We, Margie Durfee and Bill Cordeiro, leave our ability to get along with each other to future steadies. I, Jesse Correa, leave my chickens for Mr. Knecht ' s dissecting experiments. I, Joseph Costa, leave my debating ability to future Malcontents in Mr. O ' Brien ' s Sociology class. I, Ann Countouriotis, after managing my hair this long, don ' t leave it to any¬ one. I ' m taking it! We, Judy Borge and Jackie Vargas, leave our college friends to the Gang of ' 57. I, Henry DeMarco, leave my glasses to future American History students to transcribe Mr. Kineavy ' s writing. I, Barbara Foulds, leave my Math IV class to any other lone girl with enough intestinal fortitude to take it. I, Elizabeth King, leave my singing voice to Miss Walsh. I, Priscilla Lodge, leave my high-jumping record to future track stars. 1, Bob Nichols, leave my charm and leadership to future executives of SHS. We, Carol Dwyer and Bev Smith, did leave for one day and suffered seven hours. I, Mickey Freitas, leave my harem to any wallflower in the junior class.

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Carol Bill Earle Weed Aust Lollie CUTEST BEST ALL ' ROUND MOST POPULAR Luce Joe MOST BRILLIANT Ma rilyn Butch MOST AMBITIOUS Barb Dave QUIETEST Coot Betsy LIFE OF THE PARTY