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

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13 ' 4 6 ward the airport with us, and, during the course of the conversation, told us that another member of our class was his private secretary. Dot Davagian had been working for him since he had organized his chain farms. We left Chet for the time, being and continued our sight seeing tour. A sign on a billboard attracted our attention. Madame La Marble Presents Opera, ' Rolleo and Mulliet ' . We surely would have to be there when the curtain went up. At a corner newstand we bought a Sutton Times and in the society column was this item: Hollywood Starlet Retires to Country Home in Sutton. Under this was a picture of Lena Desjourdy. It really made us feel important to have a former classmate as a famous movie star. , In the classified ads section, this one was most interesting: If you have a rattle-trap, sell to Smitty ' s Junk Yard at top prices. , Same old Smitty — can ' t keep away from a car. Another ad went something like this: If you have trouble with your wife, come to see us — The Horne Marriage Bureau. Yes, you guessed it. Helen was the author of the ad. It was close to six bells, so we whistled for a taxi. One came screeching to a stop in front of us, and who should the driver be but Norton Clarkson. His ambition always had been to clip fenders — now he certainly was happy. Back at the airport, we went into Bob ' s office and told him all the news we had about the class of ' 46. We had heard some- thing about all but two of them, Joan Morgan and Arthur Learned. Stretch said he could tell us about them very easily. Joan was hostess on one of his rocket-ships and Arthur, who is now Dr. Learned with a Ph. D. from Yale, had established research laboratories on the moon. Take-off time arrived, so we climbed aboard to take a better view of the world — from the top-side. Richard Plante George Aspinwall

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2 4 6 CLASS PROPHECY Our story takes place at the Sutton Municipal Airport in the year 19S6. It was exactly ten years ago that we were graduated from Sutton High, and having just been discharged from the Navy after ten long years of service; we were thrilled to be able to set foot on the soil of Sutton once more. Looking about the airport, we noticed a peculiar building at our left and over the main entrance was a sign; The B. S. Rocket-Ship Co. A rocket-ship operating from this airport! This would have to be looked into. As we stepped into the ultra-modernistic office, we saw a tall gentleman tinkering with a television set; and as the door clicked shut, he turned and whom should we see but our old friend, Bob Brigham. He told us that he and Huck Stienstra had formed a part- nership. Huck wasn ' t around because he had gone to New York to play basketball with the world ' s champions, The Left-Handed Whizzers. Bob also told us about the daily trip to the moon which was scheduled for three o ' clock. It was twelve-thirty now. Just time enough to get a bite of lunch and look around Sutton City. Not far from the airfield was Sutton ' s swankiest hotel, The Rufus Putnam. We walked into the lobby and looked around for the en- trance to the dining room. On a door at the left were the words, Alfred J. Ledoux, Manager. Blaboo was in his office, so in we went for a chat. When, we told him about our plan to take a trip to the moon, he suggested that we go into his famous Trophy Room and order anything on the menu. The thickest steak — on the: house! A tall waiter came striding toward our table. Why look — Ken Zuidema, our bashful classmate! And what do you suppose he was doing in his spare time? Sound effects man for the Shadow pro- gram. After lunch as we were strolling along the sidewalk, our attention was drawn to a beautiful building prominently situated about a block ahead of us. On a plaque by the door was the information that this was the Peterson and Johnson Metropolitan Art School, and heading the list of models for commercial photography was the name, Jean LaCoy. (We had read in the newspaper a short time ago that she had married a famous Holy Cross All-American football player.) Time was growing short, so we walked on. A gentleman dressed in a baby-blue sport coat stepped out of the Sutton First National Bank. Who was it but our closest friend, Chet Klewiec, who was the owner of the famous Dairybrook Chain Farms. He walked along to-

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14 4 6 CLASS WILL We, the class of 1946, being of sound mind and body and recog- nizing the fact that our school days are about to end, declare this to be our last will and testament. To Miss Donnelly, we will an increased number of extracurricu- lar activities to occupy her leisure time and a collection of plays which she may direct in the future. To Miss Ryan, we will a toy wagon so that she may pull her books to school and a reliable alarm clock so that she may reach school before 8:59 a. m. To Mrs. Crocker, we will a chauffeur to drive her from school to school and a wardrobe of costumes and band uniforms for her stu- dents. To Mr. Morris, we will a sum of money so that he may buy new chemistry equipment to replace that which we have broken and several taxis to accommodate his athletic teams. To Mr. Schwab, we will a daily well-balanced lunch plus a new volume on World War II so that he may have more facts to teach his students. To Mr. Butler, we will a larger stenography class and a collection of somber hued ties to rest the eyes of his pupils. I, George Aspinwall, will my misfortune of having to remain after school during baseball and basketball season to Joe Minor. I, Robert Brigham, will my six feet two inches to Joe Minor and my fiendish laugh to Ann DeYoung. I, Norton Clarkson, will my ability to play the drums to Adelle Smith and my car to Miss Donnelly. I, Dorothy Davagian, will my black hair to Eileen Andrews and my bangs to Mr. Butler. I, Lena Desjourdy, will my driving skill (??) to Eddie MacLaren and my collection of i. d. bracelets to Louise Freeland. I, Helen Home, will my blue eyes to Roland Mongeon and my size 8 shoes to Dot Lemoine. I, Anah Johnson, will my drawing ability to Sidney DeYoung and my shyness to Robert Chausse. I, Chester Klewiec, will my ability to forget assignments to Nancy Smith and my tardiness schedule to Bruce Shaw.