Wilbraham and Monson Academy - Hill Yearbook (Wilbraham, MA)

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PRESlDENT'S ADDRESS We OT The one hundred and ThirTy-TiTTh graduaTing class OT Wilbraham Academy have, each one OT us, consummaTed a disTincT parT OT our lives Today. We have reached The age, when behind us lie The careTree, unburdened years OT adolescence, and beTore us lies The unknown and uncerTain TuTure. We are on The Threshold OT a world Tilled wiTh chaos, a world we musT make secure To The besT OT our abiliTy and in which we musT build our TuTure wiTh our uTmosT proTiciency. BeTOre each OT us sTreTches a long green paTh, marked by obsTacles, deTOurs, and sideTracks ThaT will TempT us and Try To deTer us Trom our chosen goals. These de- TracTory impedimenTs, haTe, doubT, Tear, disTrusT, envy, greed, and immoraIiTy are whaT we musT recognize Tor Their own ominous selves, so ThaT we will noT be led asTray. buT will successTully reach and surpass our own individual desTinaTions. There will be Those OT us who will meeT The mosT diTTiculT OT hardships, and There will be Those OT us who will be more TorTunaTe. There may be some OT us whose Tu- Ture will be wriTTen in The carnage and desTrucTion OT war and will be losT in The clouds OT baTTle. BuT we leave Wilbraham Academy Today, noT concerned by such ThoughTs Tor The TuTure, buT raTher wiTh dreams OT achieving all ThaT lies wiThin our gras . pWe, The Senior Class, are meeTing here Tor The Tinal Time as a compIeTe group. We will be leaving The inTimaTe conTacTs oT many Triends, noT iusT among ourselves, buT The underclassmen and TaculTy. Indeed, none oT us will TorgeT The innumerable and delighTTul hours spenT aT Uncle Charlie's Rendez-vous. Each week we have meT To enioy The hospiTaliTy OT our amiable headmasTer, Mr. STevens. Now we say goodbye To The many experiences we have had, The lessons we have learned, and The acTiviTies in which we have parTicipaTed. These Things, which we shall never again relive in acTualiTy, we shall live over and over in memory. IT is wiTh genuine sorrow ThaT we leave Wilbraham Academy, buT iT is wiTh pride and honor ThaT we Take our place as graduaTes OT our Alma MaTer. IVY ORATION You There, yes, you. You whom we Tear, whose very shadow Tills our Trembling bodies wiTh dread, you are going TO Turn The sand again. Yes, we see The IasT grain slip Through our Tingers, we The class OT nineTeen hundred and TiTTy-Two. Four years have slipped pasTg we cling To The IasT Tew momenTs as drowning men. We are proud: we have Tilled our minds wiTh sundry TacTs, we have hardened our bodies, and we have peeked inTo our souls, buT now aT your Tigure we quake. We see a vision OT new sand. InsTead OT The whiTe appears a myriad OT colours: gray, black, red, and gold. Oh, wha+ mean These hues? Are our lives To be gray? Are we To be alone? Will There be no gayness Tor our generaTion? And black. No, we will never Tall To blackness, and yeT we know every social group has iTs own Gehenna. BuT This sand sTained red causes us To cry ouT, Woe is mel Does This mean ThaT some will Tall, Torn asunder on ground, soured in blood? God Torbidl Ah, buT is There hope, The gold we see reTined in sacriTice and service. So we have realized our debT To The groping masses, ThaT seek vicTory as They Trudge o'er TlaTs as desolaTe as limbo's gulT. We would noT drop gold inTo our coTTers, smiling To see our worldly Treasures wax in magniTude. We sTumble as one blinded, Tor The lighT Trom Heaven sTreams down upon This painTed deserT. The cloak OT yOuTh is sTripped Trom OTT our bodies and we sTand a man. lOh evil world To sTrip us OT The cloak OT youTh and make us sTand a man.l We Tall prosTraTe beTore The lighT, Tor iT shows us in our Trailness, Tor we are proud. As The lighT and hues dance upon our bodies and burn our eyes, we Tind ourselves accounT- able, indeed only us accOunTable Tor our acTions, save Tor Those who Teach us wrong. Many Talse propheTs shall we meeT, who will endeavour To Turn us aside Trom The paTh. There will be The easy ride, The painTed girl: The hall OT drowned sorrows. There will be many snares OT The Devil awaiTing us, Tor The Devil marks well This way. These snares we can: we musT surmounT, Tor on The oTher side awaiTs our l:aTher, and iT is in I-lis house ThaT we would dwell. Gggplgg j, Fallon 27 Wkzrren Tlmmax Clmxe, fr.

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lT ' l AI enTers PrinceTon This Tall. JOHN E. WINTERS 33 Genesee ST., SpringTield, Mass. Wilbraham has had a valuable aThleTe and a very capable young man during The pasT year in John WinTers commonly known as Gus. EnTering Wilbraham as a senior in The Tall oT nineTeen hundred and TiTTy one, Gus boasTs Three varsiTy leTTers. As an inside righT oT The VarsiTy Soccer Team, The spiriTed Gus did his share To keep The ball rolling againsT one opponenT aTTer anoTher. His valuable services were gladly Taken by The VarsiTy BaskeTbalI Team, and in VarsiTy Baseball Too he sparked The club. Gus has decided on TriniTy College upon graduaTion Trom Wilbraham. CLASS OFFICERS CHASE DAVIES EISKE JACK REYNOLDS Prefidezzl Vice Pfef. Serrelary Trefzrnru M If fb 11 26 ALLEN PITTS WIEGAND 224 Lovell ST WorcesTer Mass There can be no denial ThaT Wieg has been a leader oT our class ever since his Treshman year His sporTs IisT has been headed in inTeresT by TooTball he was on The Iayvee squad Tor Three years, and This year he Took up VarsiTy This came To a raTher sad climax, however when Al disIocaTed his arm on The lasT day oT pracTice For Two years he Took up goIT, and Then he changed To spring Track lasT year This year his iniury has made iT impossible Tor him To parTicipaTe in aThleTics. In his Treshman and sophomore years Wieg was - vice-presidenT oT The class, and as a Iunior he was presidenT R. WARREN WILLIAMS BabbiT Rd BedTord Hills New York Willie didn'T seem To do much more Than play bearcaT baskeTball and go Tishing in his TirsT year aT Wlbraham The Tollowing year, when he was a iunior however he really sTarTed rolling. He played TooTball Tor The Junior VarsiTy Team ThaT year, he ioined The Glee Club he played J V baseball Tor a while and Then changed To Track and he sTill made an occasion al Trip To The res To go Tishing This year he was on The VarsiTy TooTball Team, winTer and spring Track Teams sang in The Glee Club, and ran in The Bunion Derby For college This Tall Warren hopes To go all The wav To Iowa STaTe

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CLASS WILL MASSOUD AHARI, leave To reTurn To my oil Tields in Iran. SETH AKIN, leave To Torm a commiTTee. PAUL ANDERSON, begueaTh my modesT ways To John Miller. RONALD ANDERSON, leave To sell surplus oT BuTch's BuTTered Banana Buns. GONZALO BERUFF, leave To ioin The revoluTionisTs in Cuba. NATHANIEL BOND, leave my Thespian prowess To Jim Manard. JOE BOTTARO, leave To become The nexT Rudolph ValenTino. CARLTON BRIGGS, leave, never To be called Brigham again. RICHARD BRIGHAM, leave in a hurry Trom The Income Tax AgenTs. TOM CHASE, leave To open a haberdashery To TurTher my candidacy Tor presidenT. JIM DAVIES, leave my guieT and reserved naTure To STeve Cohen. ANDREW DRAGAT, leave my Haley's M-O To anyone who has Trouble passing. BOB EATON, leave To join The Foreign Legion. PHIL ERLENBACH, leave my posiTion as end on The TooTbalI Team, because l'm always aT The end oT everyThing. GEORGE FALLON, bequeaTh my good will and good wishes To all. RALPH FARNSWORTH, leave, wiTh Mr. Poulin, To The diamond mines oT ATrica. BOB FISKE, leave To ioin an all-pigmy band. FRED FLEMINGS, begueaTh my Buck Rogers Tlying suiT To Mr. ThursTon. DWIGHT GAMMONS, leave To Mr. Randolph all The Third Tloor Transoms. ED HAMMOND, leave a big hole aI Tackle posiTion Tor Errol Reed. HOWARD I-IANDY, leave To play pro TooTball on a midgeT Team. LAWRIE HIBBARD, leave wiTh my dog Team Tor The NorTh. DAVE HINTZE, leave To Train Tor my bouT wiTh Ezzard Charles. NICK HOLT, leave my dual exhausTs To Mr. STevens. FRED JACK, leave wiTh a Town girl on each arm. DICK JOHNSON, leave Tor my iob as baT-boy Tor The Phillies. TSUGU KABAYAMA, leave To become anoTher Caruso. JOE KOCILIANOWICZ, leave my Sears Roebuck driver's license To someone wiTh more Iuc . THAD LEFORT, leave, ThaT which is besT, a job well clone. MAXIE LERNER, leave Mr. H. S. NeweIl's classroom wiThouT an auThoriTy. LARRY LYNCH, begueaTh my Thimble-Tull oT knowledge and devilish ways To any- one who can go so Tar on so liTTle. BILL McAFEE, bequeaTh my Tennis rackeT To Mr. LincoIn's progressive Tennis school. JIM MCPHERSON, leave To analyze The sand in Lower Slobovia. DICK MERRY, leave wondering as To The whereabouTs oT Merry Dick. LENNIE MEYERS, bequeaTh my aches and pains To anyone who wanTs To play quarTerback. WALT MORRISSEY, leave Tor The dark uninhabiTed iungles oT ATrica. JOEL NIPER, leave my everlasTing love Tor a seaT in deTenTion To Bill Wilson. LOUIE NIPER, leave in The opposiTe direcTion oT my broTher. DAVID NIRENSTEINI leave To make an impression on The wide world. DAVID OLSEN, leave To never go abouT repIanTing ChrisTmas Trees again. LES REYNOLDS, leave wiTh Mr. Tyrer sTiII wondering whaT happened To The lighTs in The corridor. A DON ROY, leave much more conTidenT. STEVE SACK, leave wiTh The resT oT my cousins. BOB SANDS, leave my winged TeeT To Bill MaroT. TED SCHWERDTLE, leave wondering Who Kicked Nellie in The Belly in The Barn. JON SHAKOIJR, leave To ioin my camels and band OT ouTlaws. DON SNOW, bequeaTh my classy wardrobe To Bob Faulkner. BILL STACEY, leave never To be laTe Tor class again. LEONARD SYDNEY, leave Tor who nose where, and we nose why. 28