Sutton Memorial High School - Exitus Yearbook (Sutton, MA)

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’45 11 CLASS WILL We, the Senior Class of 1945, knowing that our days in Sut- ton High School are at an end, being of sound mind and body, do declare this to be our last will and testament. To Mr. Morris, we will a secretary to take charge of all his papers, and some new fingernails in place of the ones he chewed off at the basketball tournament. To Mr. Butler, we bequeath a new hat in place of the one somebody sat on at the basketball game, and a horsewhip to keep the unruly Sophomore boys in hand. To Mr. Schwab, we leave a constant supply of “White Owls,” and a giant dictionary to “amuse” the pupils that he keeps after school. To Miss Mulcahy, we bequeath another English class who will understand more about “L’Allegro” and “II Penseroso” than we did, and a little cart to carry her books to and from school. To Miss Donnelly, we will another Senior play and hot dogs at the “Dog House,” also, a private detective to find the things she’s always losing. To the Juniors, we leave Mazzini, Cavour, and Garibaldi from our modern European history, and our knowledge of English poets. To the Sophomores, we bequeath our “open minds” which tend to see “both sides of the issue.” To the Freshmen, we leave our ability to laugh at trouble during the rest of their school years, and some absorbers to stand the shocks they will receive. I, Kermit Bickford, will my bright blue suspenders to Do- lores Stopyra, and my dancing ability to George Aspinwall. I, John Conway, will my ability to demand my constitutional rights to Albert Chamberlain, and my jolly disposition to Mr. Schwab. I, Barbara Crosby, will my shyness to Dick Plante, and my size five shoes to Ann Stockwell. I, Rita Decoteau, will my height to Andrew Zuidema, and my pestering ability to Adelle Smith. I, Jennie Fedorczuk, will my dimples to Channing Smith, and my ability to knit sweaters to Helen Horne.

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10 ’45 CLASS PROPHECY The date: June 8, 1955 The time: 8:00 A. M. The place: Sutton Center’s new “Breakfast Shoppe” As I glanced through the morning Gazette, an item attract- ed my attention : “Captain Dunbar Plante, of the U. S. Navy, and his good friend, Captain “Honey” Bickford, expected to make port at Boston Harbor after Good Will Tour of South America.” Other members of the class were also mentioned in this morning’s Gazette. John Conway, the noted politician who is running for governor, is to be principal speaker at a class reunion next Thursday, which Dunbar and Kermit expect to attend. These items brought to mind news of other class members. Jennie Fedorczuk and Theresa Senecal are doing well in Washington, D. C., as private secretaries to high cabinet officials. Ruth Rivernider has attained fame as a scientist. Her latest discovery is the absorbent umbrella which eliminates the com- mon rain-drop drip. David King is a news correspondent for the “New York Tribune.” We understand that one of his latest “write ups” was on the Chicago Cubs, whose star player is none other than Stephen Markopoulos. Stephen is another member of the class of ’45 who expects to be back for the reunion. Rita Decoteau and her husband, Jake, saw Stephen play re- cently while they were in Chicago celebrating their sixth wed- ding anniversary. On the way home they met Grace Learned, who is an airplane hostess for the United Airlines. Our Broadway reporter has a review of the latest extra- vaganza at the Center Theater in New York. The star of this new musical is none other than our old classmate, Loretta May- nard, who does several spectacular roller-skating acts. Incident- ally, all her costumes are the fascinating creations by the famous Madame Tebo. Gertrude King, star performer with Guy Lombardo’s Royal Canadians, is taking time out from her musical career as trumpet player to come back for the reunion. Alice and Phyllis, head nurses at Boston City Hospital, are compiling information for their second volume on, “Home Reme- dies for Minor Ailments.” Just as I was about to finish my second cup of coffee, there was a rumbling noise outside. “What’s this?” A trailer with “Crosby, Gribouski Tiger Skins” printed in blazing letters on the side. These two “adventure seekers” have just returned from several narrow escapes in the jungles of Africa. We all look for- ward to their many “tall tales” at the reunion.

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12 ’45 I, Anna Gribouski, will my glasses to Ruth White, and my gentle manner to Paul Sundquist. I, David King, will my vast knowledge and understanding of solid geometry to Channing Sm ith, and my loafers and bow ties to George Aspinwall. I, Gertrude King, will my feather-cuts to Doris Carter, and my 5 ' to Herman Stienstra. I, Grace Learned, will my title as “teacher’s pet” to the one who serves without fear or favor. I, Phyllis Lemoine, will my basketball ability to Lucille Cur- rier, and my size seven shoes to June Miller. I, Stephen Markopoulos, will my second-base position in baseball to Robert Sanger, and my ability to do algebra to An- thony Auger. I, Loretta Maynard, will my natural curly hair to Lorraine Landry, and my quietness to Barbara Brinck. I, Alice Minor, will my attraction for blondes to Eleanor Peterson, and my ex-long fingernails to Ray Chouinard. I, Dunbar Plante, will my attraction to girls to Paul Sund- quist, and my melodious voice to “Monotone” MacLaren. I, Ruth Rivernider, will my self-determination to Joan Mor- gan, and my argumentative ability to Jean LaCoy. I, Theresa Senecal, will my unmanageable hair to Barbara Champagny, and my love for Frank Sinatra to Dorothy Wood. I, Shirley Tebo, will my dancing ability to Chester Klewiec, and my carefreeness to Anah Johnson. Having witnessed the above, we, the brilliant Seniors, here- to affix our seal on this seventh day of June, in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred and forty-five. THERESA SENECAL ALICE MINOR