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

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' 48 21 Class Will We, the Class of 1 948, being of sound mind and body, but rec- ognizing the fact that our school days at Sutton High School are fast ending, declare this to be our last will and testament. To Miss Ryan, we will a big stick to be used as a baton with which to conduct her future Glee Club periods. To Mr. Place, we will a large group of sports-loving freshmen, and also a more serious group of senior class pictures. To Mr. Schwab, we will a more thoughtful senior class, and also his former Problems ' classroom, so that the seniors of ' 49 may be assured of a seat. To Mr. Sullivan, we will our walking shoes from our class trip, in order that he may advise the future seniors of the amount of walk- ing that is in store for them. To Mrs. Sherin, we will our ability to stay awake until the wee hours of the morning, so that in the future she will be able to keep up with the seniors during their stay in New York. To the juniors, we will an argumentative Problems Class and the cherished senior homeroom. To the sophomores, we will a studious U. S. History Class, and the cheerful, well-heated Roo m 5. To the freshmen, we will a dancing instructor, so that they will be able to dance well when they initiate the coming freshmen. I, Adelle Smith, will my naturally curly hair to June Briggs, and my ability to draw to Philip Smith. My glasses I will to Ruth Green. I, Barbara Champagny, will my crowning glory to Ruth Patter- son, and my dancing ability to Cynthia Fisher. To Helena Bernier I will my seat in Room 3. I, Betty Home, will my cheerful disposition to Richard Klewiec, and my position as office girl I will to Janet Pechie. I, William Baker, will my sunny disposition to William Bullard, and my reservedness to William Johnson. I, Claire Brisson, will my ability to act to Helen Markopolous. and my pug-nose to Eleanor Gustafson. My dancing ability I will to Richard Hutchinson. I, Doris Carter, will my shyness to Walter Cimochowski, and my love for midget auto racing to Dorothy Minor. I, Claire Pechie, will my love for A1 Jolson to Michael Fedorczuk, and my skill in sports to Carol Ross.

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20 ' 48 hotel was awakened. Marie will never know how many enemies she has. Donning our sailor suits, we went for a three-hour yacht trip around Manhattan Island. A kind gentleman pointed out the va- rious land marks. Our heads began to resemble a dog ' s wagging tail as we looked from left to right and back again. Snapshots were taken of the Queen Mary. After lunch some of us went to visit the Museum of Natural His- tory. We arrived at closing time; so most of us got only a flying bird ' s-eye view of that very interesting place. Evening found us at Billy Rose ' s Diamond Horseshoe. Mr. Sul- livan had to be chained to his chair when those pretty showgirls came out. The time we returned to the hotel is a deep, dark secret, but use your imagination! FOURTH DAY— STATUE OF LIBERTY— AFTERNOON!!!! Again we boarded a ship, this time to visit the Statue of Liber- ty. Some students walked up and crawled down; whether it was worth it is still a question of debate. In the afternoon some of the students rested, but the more hardy ones were off again. Kenny Morey and Ray Chouinard visited the Museum of Art. Now these boys really appreciate works of art (living or otherwise). Adelle Smith and ? visited the Museum of Natural History. All Jimmy Stew- art fans should see Lucille Currier. She saw him in Harvey. Barbara Champagny, Claire Pechie, and friends spent an interesting after- noon at the movies. Oh yes, if you ' re thinking of buying a tie for a gift, see Mrs. Sherin and Mr. Sullivan first. They will choose the proper tie, and you won ' t have to wait more than five years for their decision. Pauline Gribouski will vouch for this. The play Oklahoma was our evening ' s entertainment. Back at the hotel we held pajama parties ' ' because this was our last night in New York. When you underclassmen go to New York no further explanation will be needed about pajama parties. Too soon morning came. All but the most stalwart were bleary- eyed from lack of sleep, and if we had stayed another day the hotel would have had to provide seeing-eye dogs. The energy needed to lift our eye-lids was becoming too much. So it was farewell to New York and — after a seven-hour ride — hello to Worcester. Other passengers on the bus were entertained by our melodious voices rising in complete discord. Mr. Sullivan gave a solo, If I Loved You , which made several girls swoon. (Or was it the gas fumes from the bus?) Was the energy expended to raise money to go to New York worth it? I can almost hear the seniors ' unanimous YES! Pauline Gribouski Louise Freeland

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22 ' 48 I, Louise Freeland, will my ability to do U. S. History to all the sophomores, and my good behavior to Ronald Paquin. My Negro dialect I will to Joan Lamoureux. I, Lucille Currier, will to Jeanine Forget my ability to argue with Mr. Schwab, and my two nieces to Jane Bates. I, Nancy Smith, will my station at the piano to Eleanor Gustaf- son, and my duty of managing card sales to some poor innocent junior. I, Pauline Gribouski, will my long fingernails to Loretta Vigeant, and my position as editor of the Suttonian to any junior with a strong constitution. I, Raymond Chouinard, will my five feet, eleven and three-fourths inches in height to Paul Lamoureux, my brown wavy hair to Eddie Plante, my pitching ability to Jimmy Swart, and my driving ability to Barbara. I, Reinhard Born, will my burnt out cigars to Loretta Vigeant, and my car and driving ability to Dorothy Minor. I, Robert Pouliot, will my gift of gab to Janie Bates ( ' Garrot ' ' ). My height I will to Harold Smith. I, Ruth King, will my height to Paul St. Jean, and my ability to play the accordion to Grant Johnson. I, Virginia Viets, will my quietness to Ben MacLaren, and my stu- diousness to Mary Savoie. Having witnessed the above, we, the seniors of ' 48, hereto affix our seal on this tenth day of June, in the year of Our Lord, one thou- sand nine hundred and forty-eight. Barbara Champagny Virginia Viets