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 7 E E P ENN li? 12' if CLA SS ODE By Joanne Higgins and David Mmm Although we say goodbye. To dear old Whitman High Fond memories will stay With us upon our way. The friends we've met, we'll ne'er forget Work and play we'll not regret Though we must say adieu To each and all of you We'll think of you in all we do. And for the best we all will try With hopes up in the sky And so-goodbye, Whitman High, goodbye Now we are leaving you, You know that we've been true. The mention of your name Will bring us back again. Our minds will hear the echoes dear Sounds that we alone will know, And each one will be A memory to me Of days that we have spent with you. Our loyal hearts won't forget We owe to you a debt, As we go out in the world today. As we go our separate way, There soon will come a day When all the things we've learned Will show we'Ve been concerned With work and play and many a trial Future tasks will seem worth while. We won't forget the source Which helped us set our course. We'll dream of you where'er we go And when we meet again with you Our friendship we'll renew, But just for now, we bid you adieu. 17

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T H E Y E A R B O O K 1 9 4 7 DOROTHY PHINNEY Dottie Did you hear the one about . . . Glee Club, 3, 45 Senior Girls' OC- V tetg Dance Committee, 2, 3, 45 A. A. L Member, 1, 2, 3, 43 Homeroom Sec- 'ff retary, 23 Dramatic Club, -15 Class 3 Day Committee, 33 Graduation Usher, 3. Q.f5l,,.,Q..i.-Q..Q.-sA.i.fQ.n u.Q.vQ4.mvL..Q4.Q. .m..x..n6T:'9 GRADUATION ESSAY . . . . . .Robert Baker CLASS PROPHECY . . . GRADUATION ESSAY .... . . .Toivo Maki CLASS ODE ...Joanne Higgins CLASS HISTORY David Mann CLASS GIFTS ..... Doris Aubert CLASS WILL .. David Comeau maffou-s-----wQwwQn nww-Q-N-Q-w-Q-Qucsvn . . . . . .Helen Holt Evelyn Skidmore . . . .Faye Smith Richard Ahearn . . . .Shirley Ippolito Elizabeth Priest The Class of 1947 expresses its sincere thanks to Miss Kirby for her interest and helpful assistance in making the Class of '47 a class which will long remember its days at Whitman High School. 1950 A A 4 'a'ii3'arm ' gag- ,- 5 0160 5493 9593333 iw so ,141 'fee c ,Mia 16

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