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

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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

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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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, STEVE TYLER, bequeaTh my way wiTh The women To George Meyer. , DICK vonl-IOORN, leave To ioin The preTTy girls in MonTpelier. , RAY WALKE, leave wiTh Lawrie Hibbard Tor The Siberian SalT Mines. , AL WIEGAND, leave you chickens as Wilbraham's mad scienTisT. , WARREN WILLIAMS, leave on The TirsT plane To Chicago. , GUS WINTERS, leave Tor a singing audiTion wiTh Bob Eiske's all-pigmy band. SENIOR CLASS HISTORY This year's sTrong, rugged senior class aT Wilbraham can be Traced as Tar down The line as The sevenTh grade. RoberT Bob EaTon, Frederick LeTTy Jack, Jon Shakey Shakour, Donald Uncle Don Roy, and David Dave I-linTze were The basis oT The presenT senior class. These Tive boys were The only Tive scholars To endure The whole six years OT Wilbraham liTe. The eighTh grade yielded only one new member aT Wilbraham, in The Torm OT William Bill STacy. ln The closing monThs oT This year, we came To The realizaTion ThaT nexT year we were To enTer high school. As The Tall oT '48 approached, so did our Treshman year, and our repulsive black bow Ties. This year eleven boys ioined The ranks oT The Treshman class aT Wilbraham. They were NaThaniel NaT Bond, Philip Phil Erlenbach, George The Reverandm Eallon, DwighT Gambo Gammons, Laurence 'Larry Lynch, William Bill McATee, WalTer WaIT Morrissey, David Olie Olsen, STephen STeve Sack, Edward Ted SchwerdTle, and Allen Al Wiegand. AT The beginning oT our Treshman year, we came To The imporTanT decision oT se-lecTing our class advisor. We knew ThaT we had To pick a man To whom we could always look Tor guidance. This iob Tell upon The shoulders oT Mr. Philip EosTer. Six more boys helped us usher in our sophomore year. They were Richard Dick Brigham, James Jim Davies, Andrew Andy DragaT, Leonard Sydney, Joseph Joe Kochanowicz, and Warren Willie Williams. As The Junior year came upon us, The ToremosT ThoughT in The mind oT every member oT The class oT I952 was The delivering oT our Junior DecIamaTions. This was an ordeal Tor some buT an experience Tor oThers, The laTTer being in The minoriTy. During The spring Term oT ThaT year, we had The cusTomary brawl wiTh The seniors over The righT To cross The Rubicon by way of The Senior Bridge, IT ended wiTh weT cloThes Tor quiTe a Tew, buT our class seemed To be The loser. SeTh Akin, Thomas Tom Chase, Raymond Ray Walke, Richard Dick vonl-Ioorn, David Tiny NirensTein, Joseph Joe BoTTaro, STephen STeve Tyler, Leslie Les Reynolds, James Lawrie I-Iibbard, Richard Dick Merry, and Leonard Lenny Meyers were added To our rosTer in our iunior year. As we leTT Tor our sum- mer vacaTion in l95I, we knew ThaT we had only one more year To challenge us, and ThaT Then we would be aT The end oT our prep school days. For The TirsT Time, Tor as long as l can remember, The iunior class had an ouTing. This spree Took place on Mon- day, June 5Th, Tollowing graduaTion, aT Jon Shakour's boaThouse on The ouTskirTs oT WorcesTer. We wenT swimming and Tishing in The lake, and Then To The wondermenT OT all, Mad Manl' Sack came skirTing around The lake wiTh a renTed rnoTor boaT. Al Wiegand also provided us wiTh some rides on his moTorcycIe. In The end a good Time was had by every member oT The class who aTTended The ouTing. AT The coming oT our senior year, we could now cross The senior bridge legally. By This Time, The IiTTle band oT advenTurers, ThaT sTarTed in The sevenTh grade aT Tive sTrong, has grown To a class oT TiTTy-Tive. During The TirsT Two Terms oT This year, we came To The elecTion oT our class oTTicers. ATTer The smoke had liTTed, The Tollowing men were seIecTed as The Tinal leaders oT The Class oT I952: Tom Chase Took The responsibiliTy oT The class as presidenT. The vice-presidency wenT To Jim Davies. Fred Jack Took up The moneTary duTies oT The class Treasurer. Bob Eiske Took The minufes oT our meeTings as secreTary, and The honor oT being marshal wenT To Les Reynolds. This year's senior represenTaTives on The STudenT Council are SeTh Akin, presi- denT oT The Council, Joe BoTTaro, George Fallon, Ted SchwerdTle, and Ray I I I I I I Richard Brzgloam 29