Westport High School - Brownie Yearbook (Westport, MA)

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PREP eOW NILE 19 AACS eerie 7, ars fae JUNIOR CLASS First row, left to right—Myrtle Wood; Priscilla Perry; Kathryn Perry; Albert Lees; Leona Sequeira; Rita Massey; Muriel Collins. Second row, left to right—Marguerite St. Martin; Leonora Rezendes; Adelaide Costa; Agnes Oliveira; Betsy Acheson; Alice Tripp; Gertrude Feio; Ruth Hebert; Beverly Souza. Third row, left to right—Allen French; Walter Pietrzyk; Gerald Souza; Quentin Sanford; David Smith; Walter Grundy; Richard Gifford; Charles Hasson; Ulysses Souza; Russell Whalon. CLASS SONG Tune: Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean Verse: You have given us faith and courage, Oh, Westport, our fond Alma Mater, l'o meet all care and strife. You have sheltered us over the years, 7 Chorus: You’ve cherished our hopes and our And now we must leave you tonight, ventures, But our mem’ries will ever be bright ; You’ve helped us to conquer our fears, And you'll live in our hearts forever, You’ve prepared us to go into battle, Alma Mater, our guiding light. To trod o’er the pathways of life, Rosalina Cabral

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18 PED OTS I AGARY AN Ol hd Hilda Orr Brush Hilda is an artist Painting is her avocation We're leaving her a little brush To help the situation. Rita Pelletier Listerine Rita is our singer Her music is really keen To keep her throat from getting sore We leave some Listerine. Lucinda Perry Basketball Lucy is athletic At sports she tops them all And so we’re proud to leave to her This little basketball. Wanda Pietrzyk Bell Wanda’s very quiet You never hear her yell So she can make a little noise We leave to her this bell. Chicken Feed Alston has a chicken farm And so to fill his need We thought that we would leave to him A bag of chicken feed. Alston Potter Bertha Ramos Quarter Bertha’s going to Boston A hairdresser she’ll be We leave to her this quarter To help her pay the fee, Muriel Silvia Muriel loves baseball She has that sport down pat And so we thought we’d leave to her This brand new baseball bat. Baseball Bat James Swainamer Monkeywrench Jimmy’s a mechanic He beats them all by far So here’s a little monkeywrench To help him fix his car. Alethea Tripp Book of Songs and Whistle Alethea is musical Music gives her pleasure We leave to her a book of songs And a whistle for good measure. Ernest Tripp Joke-Book Ernest is a jolly soul He’s happy all the while We leave to him this jokebook So he won’t forget to smile. Ethelyn Tripp Traffic Light Ethelyn was a traffic cop She made sure things were right So in appreciation We leave a traffic light. Fred Webb Car Fred always rides the buses When he goes out on a date We leave to him this little car So he won’t get there late. Marjorie Webb Marjorie is happiest When someone else she’s teasing We're giving her this slingshot And we hope she finds it pleasing. Sling-shot Harvey Westcott’ Harvey is a tall boy That’s one thing we all know We leave to him this spinach juice To keep him on the go. Viola Wilson Engagement Ring Viola’s going steady And just to make things right We purchased an engagement ring To leave to her tonight. Arline Wordell Arline is our seamstress She has sewn for years We're proud to leave to her to- night This little pair of shears. Spinach Juice Shears Carlton Bolton Rosalina Cabral Russell Hart

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20 i Be BOR OWING EE CLASS PROPHECY It was ten years after graduation, and I had a day off from my duties as Superintendent of Nurses at Union Hospital. It had been a tiresome day, and I was anxious to spend some time at the beach. As I boarded the Horse- neck Bus, I spotted an old classmate of mine, Wanda Pietrzyk. She was now a private secretary in Boston and was home to get married to her boss. I asked her if she had seen any of our classmates, and she said she had seen Arline Wordell in Boston work- ing in one of the leading department stores as a designer. She had mar- ried and was getting along very well in her career and home life. We decided to go to the beach to- gether to renew old memories. As we traveled up Pleasant Street we saw a sign advertising BrERTHA’s BEAUTY Partor, Wanda said she had been in there the previous day to have her hair set and that Bertha was verv satis- fied with her career. She said she had recently received a letter from Ethel sennett, who was still in Washington D. C. She had been living there ever since her marriage in June, 1946, and she had given up her stenographic position to spend more time at home. When we turned up Sanford Road the engine of the bus started to falter. We kept going but we were finally forced to stop, and luckily it happened to be in front of a service station owned and operated by Harvey Wes- cott and Jimmy Swainamer. In a short time they had it in running order and we were again on our way. We were so busy talking that we failed to notice that the bus had pulled to a stop to pick up some passengers. Louise Healy and her family got on the bus. She was going to visit her husband in the Army, stationed in Louisiana. She was going to make the trip by airplane, As we were riding up Main Road, we saw a new building in construction. It was to be a new high school. Louise told us that the engineers who had made the plans were none other than Edmie Bibeau and Alan Manchester. After finish- ing college with degrees they went in- to business together. Both had mar- ried and were living in Westport. Edmie was married to his high school sweetheart. It was only a mile from the West- port Airport to the beach so we got off at the airport to see Louise off, An airplane was landing so we stopped to watch. Who should step out but the famous world correspond- ent, Muriel Silvia. She was just back from Russia. The pilot of the plane was Russell Hart. He was running a private line from Westport to Eur- ope. Muriel told us that both Alethea and Ethelyn Tripp were working to- gether in a Boston school as physical education teachers. They had gone to school together and secured very good positions after graduation. The salty air made us hungry so we looked around for a restaurant and spotted one on the edge of the field. Upon reaching it we were very much surprised to find that Hilda Orr was working there as a waitress. She told us that Fred Webb and Viola Wilson had been in a few days before. They were happily married and Fred was working as postmaster in Westport. Viola told Hilda that Harvey and Carlton Bolton had visited them and Carlton was working as an account- ant ina Fall River Bank. Harvey was still in the Navy and was now a chief petty officer, After we had eaten we decided we should start on our way to beach. When we got about half way we were exhausted, and were looking around