Waterbury High School - Longhorn Yearbook (Waterbury, VT)

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LONGHORN Class Will We, the Class of 1951, having proven ourselves unable to cope with the problems of society - education in particular - do hereby scribble this screed and proclaim it to be our last will and testament. I James Lovely, do hereby leave my job of announcing M. Y. F. meet- ings to anyone with lungs powerful enough to throw his voice around the hall - windbags excluded. Henry Corriveau, leave to Maurice Bailey, my ability to get into t.he teacher's hair and double talk my way out of it. Use it well, Maurice. Gladys Bragdon, just leave - for that walk down the aisle. Richard Williams, leave my car to someone on the South End so that you can carry about ten in that little coupe and find them hanging out of the windows every time you try to get in. Dick Grace, leave my great mathematical mind to be divided among the students of W. H. S. There's enough for all. P Alyce Werner, leave my quiet, reserved manners to Rae Richardson. No offense, Rae, I just want to get rid of them. Herb Lovely, leave my Prince Charming personality to John Ed- wards. All you need now, John, is a great, white horse to ride. Selma Izor, leave gladly, but first, Has anyone got a cigarette ? Eleanor Perry, leave my red hair to Sally Spence because you haven't got much left, and, what's more, mine will make the boys sit up and take notice! Rosalie Noyes, leave my picture in the senior home-room so that future generations may be aware that there was one quiet senior girl. David Chittick, leave some of my height to David Keefe. Then the teachers won't need a microscope to make sure you're in class. Alice Adams, leave to Nancy Meaker, my job as Miss Royer's assist- ant. Now, you can carry the basketballs, time-clock, scorebook, and everything else. I'm tired! Stuart Sutherland, leave some of my excess weight to Brian Har- wood. Poor Brian's so thin. Kenny Dibbell, leave a pack of cigarettes to every boy in school be- cause I get them free at the pool room, you know. Lane Hooker, leave my banjo to some member of the Melody Wranglers. I'm off for the Wild West. Dick Russell, leave, but not very fast, because, heck, what's the hurry! I Virginia Miles, leave my flighty self to Eleanor Bigelow, but you can try to calm it down. Justin Towne, leave my corny jokes to anyone who wants them be- cause all my classmates are sick of them anyway. Barbara Lemery, leave my excess avoirdupois to Jean Horner, al- though my girlish figure can't afford to give away all.

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LONG-:HORN NANCY FORBES Nancy is our sunshine lass, Her eyes are big and blue. She studies hard so she will pass, And this she'l1 never rue. BUDDY EASTMAN Buddy's personality Is tops, there is no doubtg But when it comes to dating girls All but one are out GLADYS BRAGDON Gladys cannot wait till June, And here's the reason why. She'll then be humming the wedding tune As she walks down the aisle with her guy- WAYNE GILMAN Wayne can play the violin With ease and grace, 'tis true. At any party, he's welcomed in, To play the whole night through. ALICE ADAMS Alice is known and loved by allg She's really quite a dame. And when it comes to basketball, She plays a beautiful game. FRED FULLER Freddie drives a big milk truck, He goes at a terrific rate. He speeds from work right up to school But why? We know he'll be late. SELMA IZOR Selma is our own class belle. Weid like to have you know she's swell And though she has no special guy, She makes a lot of others sigh. This has all been done in fun, So please don't start to frowng For if you do -- and start to stew, You'll surely let us down. Compiled by Selma Izor. fWith acknowledgements to my class- mates?

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LONGHORN I Mary Keefe, leave to join that everlasting line of Keefes in the Alumni Parade. I Martha Deal, leave to Joy Bartlett, my size nine shoe. The halls aren't safe with you running around a mile a minute. Maybe these will slow you down a bit. I, Fred Fuller, leave my cowboy boots and cattle truck to my brother, Roddy. Now remember, boy, you keep your speed limit under ninety. I, Maybeth Lowe, leave the boys in my class to anyone who wants them. I wish they would stop pestering me. I, Wayne Gilman, leave, biting my fingernails as usual and wishing I had some homework to do. I Nancy Forbes, leave to Ed Winn, my great big smile and ability to chew gum without being detected. I Bud Eastman, leave my speed and accuracy on the basketball floor to Dick Campbell. Sorry, I don't have an extra comb, Dick! I, Ray Flannery, leave my ability to get by in my studies to Skip Morse so that after every marking period the coach won't have to worry about whether or not he's got to look for a new left guard. If you don't need it, Skip, pass it on to some unfortunate. y 7 I 7 Before ending this worthy charter, we would like, as a class, to leave to the gallant teachers of W. H. S., our humble thanks for their diligent work trying to improve on the thinking matter of our pulpy brains. With these morbid words, we close this illiterate piece of scribbling and leave it to be sealed forever in the files of Mr. Rowe's office. - BUD EASTMAN, - RAY FLANNERY.