Whitman High School - Spotlight Yearbook (Whitman, MA)

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T H E Y E A R B O O K 1 9 4 GN9kDGNQkD3f0kDQ!05Z07D'QJ0ZQ!0-E70fD1QJ0fDQ!0f'DQ!0fDQ!0fDQJ0-5 To Margaret and Gloria came the high honor Of being the first in the class. They deserve to receive both praise and applause For having the rest surpassed. Work was begun on the Yearbook so dear, Which we'll keep to the end of our days. We'll remember how each teacher and friend Earned a part in our honor and praise. When we're out in the world working hard for success, And we've strayed from our school days so dear, We'l1 look back with joy and delight on this book Where faces of old friends appear. Now came a parting we had dreaded and feared With Mr. Smith, our adviser and friend. We had hoped hc might stay to finish with us, But with tears he must leave in the end. We have as our new adviser and helper One we respect and admire, Mr. Magnuson's cheerful and friendly ways Have help for the end we desire. Our mind trips over these last fleeting days And comes to rest on that night When we'll walk cross the platform with pride And receive our diplomas with delight. But mingled with our deepest delight Is a sorrow heartfelt and drear. At leaving each teacher and friend so true We can't help shedding a tear. We'll not soon forget Mr. Bayley, our friend, For truly our hearts he has won By doing his best to please us so well With a school spirit not outdone. Through this and other years gone by, Mr. Lane has a helpful part played With his guidance and thoughtful advice to us all, And his facing each task undismayed. We'll never forget Mr. Lane and his smile, Refusing our problems to duckg And we take time to thank him right now for his work And wish him the best of luck. The last merry time we'll be gathered together Is at our reception so dearg We'll look at each face with its bright merry smile And wish we could always be near. But when the bright evening is over and done, And time for parting is near, We'll clasp the hand of each classmate once more, But we'll meet again, never fear. GNSQMS ,Flu efililemoriant f!Dur :lass has been unfortunate in losing tivo members from our group, Nancg ggill uno Cfilonalh Qlieahe. me fnill long remember these tivo cheerful uno frienhlg companions.

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0 V V ,f,v.v.v.v.v.v.v O V VOVOVQVOVOVOVQVOVOVQVOVOVOVOVOVOVOVOVQX at Q 9 CLASS OHISTGRY E5 t9A'A9 A'A'1x'A'A'A'A'1.'1x'n'A'A'A'A'A'A9A'A'A'A'A'A'A'A'A'A'A'A'A'A A'A'A'1x' G A', By Anne Baker and Lois Thomas 'Twas the sixth of September, nineteen thirty-nine That we entered high school the first time. How we stumbled and faltered those first fleeting days, Tho' we were determined to shine. The times when we wandered through rooms still unknown Have vanished and gone like a dream. And though we sometimes o'er a rough pathway trod, In our memory this first year will gleam. December brought us a sorrow so deep Our mindsand hearts could but heed. 'Twas the loss of a boy so friendly and bright And dear to our hearts, Donny Reade. From those first early days when we knew not our way, We passed to our next year secure, And we travelled this road without faltering a step With wise leaders to make us more sure. Mr. Smith, Mrs. Payton both gave endless work To guide and advise on our way. Our leaders were Hank, Mary, Betty, and Frank Whom we followed from day to day. Now as we travelled we gathered new friends But the old ones we kept with us, too. They made the journey seem happy and bright, These friends who were so tried and true. We began to prepare for our dance of the year With minds that were eager and willing. There were horseshoes and Clovers all round the gym With good luck as the theme we were billing. In March we found ourselves in the gym Gaily clapping our hands at the skill Of each boy and girl. Those feats on the bars, Or tricks with the horse gave a thrill. Then came another social event Making the way more brightg 'Twas an afternoon hop on March twenty-eight, And we think it was done all right. In our third year led by Frank, Mary, and Burt And with Betty recording with care, We started out in a great social whirl, A year in our life past compare. In November our class so bound to succeed Planned for the Dogpatch Frolickg We built in the gym a log cabin crude, Placed scenes from our favorite comic. Our actors now came forward to sight In Dramatic Club showing such skill. They soon made these rafters just rock with delight, O'er family t1'oubles which just fit the bill. In athletics and clubs and the council and such As Juniors more active were weg We increased our field of abilities great To help keep our country free. May found us all frolicking at a bazaar, With the girls in their formals so fair Dancing and marching in our school so dear, With the boys by their sides, debonair. In the spring on defense an essay we wrote For the Spellman Contest so fine. Here prizes were won by two from our group- Betty and Edwin won with their lines. At the Seniors' graduation from the school, We helped with their work and flowers, Guiding their guests to seats in the hall, Hoping someone would do that at ours. In August another companion of ours Took her leave from this world of strife, When quiet and shy Nancy Hill left this earth To be found in the after life. Now came a year we shall never forget When we started with pride our last climb. How hopeful we were of making these months Stand out in our memories through time. In October we swayed at the season's first dance 'Midst the cornstalks and squash of fall crops, With the orchestra playing behind a birch fence, And music that was certainly tops. We all bought gladly both stamps and bonds, Our Council went over the top. We all lent money to help win this war, Some boys even left for the front. Early in the year a play we chose For an able cast to act. We filled the Town Hall without delay, Our success became a fact. Vie'll always remember how Cookie did look As mean Gideon Garvey he played. How he sailed cross the room on his swift rollerskates Filling Clara's lap. Oh what dismay! 'Twas in February we had our last dance in this school We resolved a success it should beg With one of our own class, Dick Vaughan, at the drums What a bright merry time had we! In March Mr. Bayley, our principal dear, Named those to whom honor should go Of being among the top twelve in the class, Much credit to our teachers we owe.

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1 v Q, 1.v.v,v,v,v.v.v,v,v,V.v,v.v,v,v.v.v.v,v.v ,.v'sO 9 Q ' 4 Qx'A A'A'A'A'A'A'A'A'A'A'A',x' G A'1x.A'A'A'A'A'fx'A'A'A'A'A A'A', By Margaret Mclfztoslz, Louise Payne and james Riddell Through the courtesy of the Amalgamated Cor- porations of the United States Government, we come to you in the imaginary year of 1953 to give first-hand news of the members of the 1943 gradu- ating class of Whitman High School. Much water has passed under the bridge since we gathered in the Assembly Hall on that memorable June day. Some of us have moved up in the scale of import- ance while many of us have moved away in the scale of miles. Travel with us for many moons and miles to the broadcasting station of a modern tele- vision corporation while we tell you what's what in the Wh0's Who of this class-of 1943. As I entered the broadcasting station tonight, Gwendolyn Thompson, the lobby receptionist, told me that I would have to wait for the extended program stressing what Miss 1953 would wear in 1954. June Mitchell, Mary White, and Muriel Linn, in their desire to present their usual excel- lent fashion parade, had run over their allotted sixty minutes. To pass the time away, I journeyed to the cafeteria of the W. H. S. station of the Amalgamated Radio Chain, here Virginia Page, hostess, ushered me to a table near the door. While I was eating a very delectable meal pre- pared by Chef Harold Manson, I glimpsed Lee Crossman hurrying by the door to get to Studio C, where he was to broadcast the latest United Press News. He stopped long enough to tip me off that Robert Goodwin had been appointed special United States investigator of meat markets. We'll have no more black markets with Robert as a modern Thomas Dewey. I had a few minutes left before my time so I walked over to Studio H, where Gloria Harrington, accompanied by Dick Vaughan's Variety Vagrants, was singing the theme song of the program presented by the Bates-Randall Avia- tion Transportation Company. While in Studio H, I received a telephone call from cashier Beverly Blanchard, who told me I had forgotten to pay for my meal. At the cashier's desk I met Theresa Deminico, wardrobe mistress of the station, who told me that Bob Hope's position as radio wit has just been filled by Raymond Benson. She asked if I knew that Marion Ahearn had been appointed official hairdresser to Anne Baker, who has ac- complished the said-to-be-impossible feat of be- coming the first woman president of the United 19 States. After all, Anne was our yearbook editor- in-chief. That job called for the diplomacy she has since used in her political campaigns. In all of Anne's trips, Marion Hopkins was her companion- nurse and Phyllis MacQuarrie, her confidential secretary. Ruth Corbett rushed up to tell Theresa and me that she had the contract to redecorate the White House. My conversation terminated abruptly when Teresa Cleary, dressed charmingly in a red page costume, came to tell me I was due up here in two minutes. While coming up in the elevator, I con- versed with Doris Fuller, who is now private sec- retary to Albert Kiernan, the financial director of the Power's Models-Marion Powers, not John Powers. Pauline Sproul, television director of the studio, met me at the studio door and rushed me here to this microphone. But I've hurried so I'm all out of breath. You'll have to take over, Jimmie. This is Jimmie Fidler Riddell telling you that Yes man, shy Eugene Beary, finally said No when the wealthy widow, Marion Astor-Dupont, pro- posed to him last night. The ''around-the-world-or-bust'' fiight to in- crease world peace and friendship left LaGuardia Airport today at 3 p. m. after a large crowd had gathered to give the crew a rousing send-off. The pilots were Richard Peterson and Raymond Ballg Raymond LeFort went along as a machinist. The New York Times sent two of its best reporters and photographers, Frederick Holbrook and Eugenia Blakeman, while the Chicago Tribune was represented by Evelyn Coates. As you re- member, Edna Gardner and Marjorie Musick were selected by national poll as the official letter writers for the trip. Margaret Minihan will ac- company the crew as interpreter. Katherine Angus, the well-known horse trainer, will probably stick to horses after today. Why? Well, this afternoon one of New York's busiest streets was overrun with horses when a horse truck and trailer overturned. Neither Katherine nor the driver, William Deehan, was injured. Prob- ably William was hugging--the left side of the road! Two basketball teams will clash tonight for the New York City championshipg Cynthia Wladkow- ski will captain the Wildcats, while Frances