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

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20 ' 50 I, Harold Smith, will my singing ability to Doctor Arthur La- Fleur and my height and manly physique to Dudley Perry. I, Hilda Swart, will my sleepy-eyed look to Janice Swindell and my typing ability to Robert Conley. Being of sound mind and body, the seniors of Sutton High School, sign and seal this document on this, the fifteenth day of June, in the year of our Lord, nineteen hundred and fifty. Mary Savoie

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' 50 19 Class Will We, the Senior Class of Sutton High School — the last to be gradu- ated from this old but beloved building — realizing our wonderful days at S. H. S. are coming to an end, do hereby declare this to be our last will and testament. To the Junior Class, we will our title of Sophisticated Seniors. To the Sophomore Class, we leave all the U. S. History books and Mr. Donald G. Schwab, better known as Doc. To the Freshman Class, we will three successful and happy years at the new Sutton High School. To Mr. Sullivan, we will a spacious office, so he won ' t have to be exiled to the corner of Room V. To Mr. Schwab, we leave a more attentive Problems class (pre- ferably one which doesn ' t chew bubble gum). To Mrs. Sherin, we will an automatic window-and-door-opener- and-closer. To Mr. Scheurer, we will a new cast of actors for the next senior play. To Mr. Place, we will a new gym and special bus for his basketball and baseball teams. To Mr. M. we leave one of the better orchestras to accompany his glee club. To Mr. Brigham, we leave a new and much larger set of art sup- plies. I, Shirley Briggs, will my straight hair to Bob Gustafson and my cheering position to whoever wants it. I, Valerie Johnson, will my curly eye-lashes to Ruth Patterson and my 1950 yellow convertible to David Moore. I, William Johnson, will my running ability to Robert Conley and my height for playing center to Hoot Gibson. I, June Keeler, will my Robinhood shoes to Mr. Place and my abili- ty to drive to Cynthia Fisher. I, Benjamin MacLaren, will my ability to duff off in class and still look interested to Jimmy Brigham and the hair on my chest to Hoot Gibson. I, Dorothy Minor, will my love for Bob Cousy and Bobby Doerr to Eddie Plante and my basketball ability to Connie Crosier. I, Mary Savoie, will my ability to make lobster sandwiches to Mr. Schwab and my love for a certain hot-rod to a few freshman boys.

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' 50 21 Class Prophecy The date was June 14, 1965. I had just stepped off my plane at the Sutton Municipal Airport after a cross country flight, and I decided to see if I could locate some of my former classmates. After transferring my luggage to the Hotel Suttonian, — the largest hotel in the East, — I decided I would start my two weeks ' stay in the city of Sutton by going to a stage show. I walked a short distance from the hotel to find myself at the Famous Fifty Club, a large theater which was under the management of — much to my surprise — Ben MacLaren. His Famous Fifty Girls were known all over the United States. I had the opportunity to meet a few of Ben ' s fifty girls after the show, and while I was talking with some of them, one of the girls called: Hilda, hey Hilda, come here a minute. That famous dress designer from California, Valerie Johnson, is here. Then, who should come running toward me but Hilda Swart, another of my classmates. It surprised me to see Hilda in show business. I remembered then how she had been inspired by the Rockettes in New York. It was then that Ben, Hilda, and I decided to have a reunion of the Class of 1950. Ben said he knew someone at the Sutton Soldiers ' Hospital whom I might like to see. I couldn ' t imagine who it was, but I soon found out. It was Dottie Minor, who had been director at the hospital for the past five years. Incidently, the Sutton Soldiers ' Hospital was endowed by Donald G. Schwab to Sutton in memory of the soldiers who had died in the last war. Billy Johnson, who had been a famous hero of that war, had made the presentation. Billy was married and now lived in Illinois where he worked as a public accountant for a large concern. Ben got in touch with him, and Bill said he would come to Sutton im- mediately for our reunion. Next, Ben drove me out into the country, and we came to a stop before a spacious, white farmhouse. He told me that this was the resi- dence of Shirley Briggs, and that she and her husband had been liv- ing here with their five children for some time. The children were in the yard playing, and they ran to meet us. After visiting with Shirley and her family for awhile, Ben sug- gested we all go for a short ride to the Smith Hydrogen and Atom Research Laboratories. Of course, the head of the laboratories was none other than Harold Smith. He told me that he had worked in a