Wilmington High School - Hourglass Yearbook (Wilmington, MA)

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CLASS WILL We, the Class of 1975, residents of Wilmington Hi h School, Wilmington, Massachusetts, being of lawgul grade and of sound mind and memory, though that fact may be hard to believe, and having a multitude of tal- ents, skills, qualities and wisdom which we are ener- ous enough to bestow on others, do publish and ciclare this to be our Last Will and Testament. First, to our patriotic principal, Dr. Eisenberg, we leave a taped recording of Kate Smith singing God Bless America to accom any the National Athem each morning. And since the office does not have a flag, we leave one to Mr. Garrett so he won't have to salute the s uak box every morning. Cindy Costa leaves her notorious nickname, Panda, to any dark-haired and pudgy girl, Vin Scifo leaves his Eresidency to the next great Italian, Betty Deveau leaves er height to anyone who wants it, Louise Swisher leaves her talent of skippin Mrs. Thiel's class and not getting caught to any one Emoking for a challenge, Joe Shibilia leaves the newspaper to Bob McNeil, Karen Smith leaves her Detroit accent to her sister Sue, and Kim Strouse leaves her blond locks to anyone who wants to be a summer blond in December. To the administration we leave 5,000 threatening tow- ing announcements and all the resulting towing bills. To Sargeant McCarthy, 1 Lieutenant Longo, and Corporal Dadoly we leave machine guns to enable them to stop more than one non-passe at a time during STOP duty. In case you don't know what STOP stands for it stands for Stupid Teachers on Patrol. Fourth period lunch leaves to Mr. Hill and Mrs. Lock- wood starting gates for the lunch tables. Kim Baldwin leaves to Mr. Fessenden a one- year subscription to Ms. Magazine in hopes that it will raise his conscious- ness. Type III girls leave to next year's type III classes a bag of ear plugs to combat Mrs. Gershon's laugh. Gay Rinker leaves her name to anyone who wants to put up with the hassles. Lynn Rinker leaves his name on the girl's gym list for the last four years. Cindy Laquidara leaves four year's worth or 1,440 empty lunch trays to the lunch ladies, however, she will never leave her lunches to anyone. Kevin Ness leaves his attendance record to anyone who needs a vacation for 87 days. Kris Hinxman leaves his bench s linters to Fessy to pass out next year to the senior ofghis choice. Diane Armstrong leaves her brother to anyone who can stand him. Bob Dorval leaves all the beer in Shamrocks to Chris Rounds. Diane Shukis leaves her locker to an unfortunate freshman who still has four years to o at WHS. Kathy Barry leaves her secret to good marEs to next year's clerical classes. Kris Wicks leaves 101 ways to skip Miss Longo's class without getting caught to anyone who can top it. Marie Fantasia leaves a coffee perculator in Greco's room for when she returns. Cathy Morrissette would like to leave the British Iles to Mr. Maggio, all the euphanisms she has learned to Mr. Greco, and the song pscho therapy by Melany to Mr. Scanlon. Kathy, Lori, and Doria leave Miss Cas- sidy all their field hockey ability and a box of fresh, slimey, juicey worms. Mrs. Aldrich's junior year Satire and Commedy class leaves her the Bird Farm and seminars. Her Grammar and Usage classes leave her a box of Reece's peanut butter cups and the frustrations from parents and friends of her grammar snob students who continuous- ly correct everyone's grammar. To Mrs. Mindell all the CBR classes leave 963 forgotten vocabulary words. To Mr. Jones, our class advisor, we update his means of transportation by leavin him a 10 speed bike. Match- maker Mrs. Gershon is qeft to any Juniors who don't have dates to the Senior Prom next year. Terri Schultz and Mary Simmons leave assemblies in the auditorium to anyone looking for a few laughs. Julie Wallace warns Paul Cipriani not to say a certain thing to Geno. Chuck Wood leaves Diane to Eric to walk to class, soccer to his brothers, and biology to Rick Fudge. joe Leary leaves the town park and 660's, Cindy Top- ping leaves Allyne Rice a senior sleepout without Nally. Judy Wright leaves her absent notes to Carole Centrella, and her gym clothes to anyone who has locker 4285 and hopefully a stron nose to go with it. Jackie Stygles leaves Tommy Gilis an empty beer can, Kathy Sullivan leaves her boxing loves at Ruggerio's party, and Cindy Topping leaves alFthe Home Ec. teachers a free sundae from Bishops. You may not have known it, but in our own class we have several talented writers who have written books. First, Lauri Lombardi and Linda Kovitch have written a book entitled How to Get Caught Forging Library Passes . This book has been dedicated to Mr. Hamilton. Leslie Keough leaves 1000 Ways to Play Dumb to anyone who can use it to their advantage, and Kenny Levitt leaves his book, The Defense of King Richard to Congressman Tsongas. Wildlife expert Pat Mason leaves all her bull stories to Mr. Garrett. To Mr. Fessenden Linda Kovitch leaves a barrel to put empty beer cans in after cocktail hour is over. Lousie Swisher leaves Mrs. Gershon all her lit matches and ciga- rettes from the last four years. Frank De- Piano leaves his hitious laugh to Fred . Bellissmo to humor him through next year's football season. Ralph Peterson leaves his telephone number to Mrs. Sy- monds so she can call his mother any- time she wants. Gail Knott and Linda Catalano leave their class Twinkle toes to any student in Miss McCarthy's dancing class. Debbie Lancaster leaves her well-fought-for seat at lunch to Beth Baldwin, Rick McCully leaves his 5.7 record to Joe Tannian, Debbie Fahey leaves her locker to John and Susan, Cindy Holloway and Carol Morin leave Stop 8: Go to Brenda Rossi and successors, and Karen MacEachern 'ust leaves period! Don O'Connell would like to leave his size to his little brother Scotty, better judgement to Mr. Fessenden, and a piece of cake to Mr. Greco. Rich Goodspeed leaves his parking s ace to Mr. Garrett, Brian Godfrey leaves his elevator sfioes to Chuck Gilotti, Bonnie Hebsch leaves Kerin Pilcher a closed off bridge, and Willis Lyford leaves his soft spok- en personality and a muzzle to Mark Smith. In the event that the squak box breaks down, Sue Doucette leaves her mouth to replace it. Linda Catalano would like to leave her and Kris's locker to next year's class sweethearts. Nora Pelletier leaves her typewriter and what is left of her eraser to Sue Smith. Debbie Lucci leaves her whistles, hot tape recorder, and Mrs. Stultz to Nancy Sullivan and Janet Yankowski. Kevin Tighe leaves his little bag of tricks daring anyone to open it. And finally, along with our thanks and appreciation to the faculty and administration, we leave to Mr. Kelley his halls in WHS empty of still another graduation class, the Class of 1975. - Lauren Neville

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CLASS HISTORY September 8, 1971 - that was the day it all began. Over 400 stupid, immature, scrawny kids entered the maze of corridors, rooms and teachers called Wilming- ton High. Most of us, bein naive and very gullible, became the victims of jokes Bke being told to go to the third floor. Trying to find the swimmin pool didn't work out either. And who'll ever forget Buying those elevator tickets. Ah, but we were spirited and quick learners. At out very first class meetin , we were brought together. We became a little wiser agcer being told there was no third floor, swimming pool, or elevator. After learnin that, we got down to business. We elected our ogicers. Cheryl Jensen, president, Linda Kovitch, vice-president, Cindy Laquidara, treasurer and Robin Land, secretary, were given the job of leading us through our first con- fusing year, with a lot of hel from our advisor, Mr. Jones. We were told we wouldphave to pull together to make ours the greatest class to graduate from Wilming- ton High. I'm sure a few chuckles were heard at that time and glances exchanged between enemies. And so it all began. Our leaders gave us the honor of starting a new tradition of running a Freshman class dance. A lot of us got involved in sports to follow in the footsteps of big names like Mike Espo- sito, Dick Gillis and Bill Cwustus. By the purpose. We earned over S2000 for our future activities and had a great time doing it. A benefit hockey ame was held for the Kevin Nolan Scholarship fund. After that, everyone got ready for the prom. Color My World was a great success in bringing the class together and showing each other a different side of ourselves. Robin Land was elected queen. In here court were Cindy Holloway, Terry Bonaccorsi, Julie Wallace and Leslie Webber. Our activities for that year ended with our Junior Banquet in lufie- During it, many students received awards for high achievement in classes. All of a sudden, the last stretch was upon us. We were now seniors, still young but a little more serious. We knew that the end would come all too fast and simulta- neously the beginnin of a new and strange life. Books and teachers were ok? to us now. But the life that fol- lowed this year would be different, unknown and unfa- miliar. We knew we had to complete the final prepara- tions. Our officers chosen this year were Vin Scifo, Steve Olson, Cindy Laquidara, and Paula Kavanaugh. We lanned our activities. They included bowling, rollersgating, swim party and pizza party - just for the fun of it to live up our last year together. We sponsored the Victory Dance and ran end of the year, our spirit and intelli- , another Patron's Drive. gence were beginning to show through. A A ' Our Senior Class Play was held in No- People were beginning to notice those 5 i I , 'i3ff71'i3 -1' Vembef- The R0af Of the Gfea5ePaim, puny freshmen. g - ' l ' A r the Small of the Crowd and its cast were Thus began another year. We entered f fzfgp t ,,i.p l . directed by Miss Carol Chipman. A good the school once again, no longer tag ed 2 if if in 1 :'ti 'l I f time WHS ad by all in the audieme and stupid freshmen but cocky sopfio- ff, 7 I' also those on stage. mores. Now was our turn to play the 'l f Another bene it hockey game was tricks. ' held for the Kevin Nolan Scholarship Our elected officers that year were .., Doria McMillan, president, Lori dara, treasurer, and Paula Kavanaugh, McNabb, vice-president, Cindy Laqui- secretary. Our confidence had grown over the summer so we attempted and successfully car- ried out two dances. We also made our first big decision and picked our class rings. We were getting smarter all the time. The most important project we undertook that year was sponsorin a donkey basketball ame. Besides be- ing a fun-fillecFtwo hours of donkey cT1asing and clean- ing up after them, we raised S500 to donate to the Kevin Nolan Scholarship fund, in memory of our dear friend. Another chapter of our story began in our Junior year as we entered the now well-known halls of our faithful alma mater. Our attitude was that of We're almost therel , and we knew what we were headed for. We were the big upperclassmen. The teachers were old buddies by now. But now was the time we really had to work together with one goal in mind - to get out of high school and into the real world. We still had our spirit and intelligence, though. We elected the same officers to serve as our leaders again. After receiving our class rings and the usual dance was over, we turned our attention to one of the biggest events of the year - The Junior Variety Show. First, we ran a very successful Patron's Drive. Then we lanned, organized and rehearsed, sometimes, and endedpup with the biggest money making show ever put on. Our en- thusiasm and energy brought in a record-breaking crowd. And then it was curtain time. The curtain was raised and jones's livin juniors came out with a display of questionable talint in a decent show. But no matter how good or how bad a show, it achieved it's f 4' . 5' q 2 fund and the Jimmy Ward Scholarship , . 1 .J play of sportsmanship tmostly on the part of the teachersj, but a success in ' -Q. 5 fund. The game proved to be a poor dis- U! .1 raising money for these funds. We did something very unique this year. As our gift to the town of Wilmington, we sponsored a blood drive. Due to the generosity of many students and townspeo- ple, we gained about 210 pints of blood to put in Wil- mington's blood bank. Its importance cannot be understated. Again, our en- thusiasm and energy succeeded in making our plans work. Now we await our Senior Prom. It will be held May 29 at Danversport Yacht Club. We got an extra bonus this year - a new principal. Through Dr. Eisenberg's work, many changes have tak- en place and a closer communication between students and administration has been brou ht about. We are proud to be his first graduating ciss and wish him many successful years ahead. And now the climax of our story is about to take place. On june 8 we will be leaving Wilmin ton High - its memories, our friends, its failures and achievements. We have not succeeded in everything we've done, and probably won't succeed in everything we do in the fu- ture. But our achievements have been many and out- number our failures. We leave a long cha ter in our lives and look to the future. To quote our class slogan, we realize, We've Only just Begun. - Nora Pelletier

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CLASS PROPHECY In September of 1990, I decided to go and see Ed Harnish who is now a full fledged hypnotist. I wanted to see what has become of some of my illustrious class- mates. The first revelation I have is Kim Baldwin as presi- dent of the Wilmington Men's Club. Assisting her is Joe Russo in charge of slimnastics. Mad- dog Wally has gone mad about weight- lifting. Don Churchill is giving ballet lessons to Bob Dorval, who is now the W.H.S. football coach. Stunned by this turn of events, I won- der what is to come. Paula Kavanaugh is now head cheerleader for the Boston Pa- triots. Ralph Peterson is waterboy at Schaefer. He is in charge of bringing wa- ter or whatever to ,Iohn Kaminski to help him score all those touchdowns. Mark Callahan, whose new scoring method is based on some of those weirdo math department formu- las, is in charge of the football cards. Gene Witham is his head dispenser, trying to recoup his losses. Heading back to dear old Wilmington, I ran into the bank to cash a check. Who was working there, none but president, Jake Tighe. Doria McMillan, Tammy Oli- veira, Cindy Laquidara, and Cindy Costa are his secre- taries, and Steve Brander as his speech writer. Willie Lyford and Lorraine Spada are working as tellers. Don O'Connell was a teller, but after being short 51000, he is now the custodian. As I leave the bank and head to Jack-in-the-Box, I find Kevin Ness, jack Stygles and Carl Butler occupy- ing their usual seats. Vin Scifo, his wife Marilyn and their sixteen kids are going through the line in the Rosil Mobile. Leaving Jack-in-the-Box, I almost ran into Lin- da Allen in her finance's new Rolls Royce. Has this town gone crazy? Surely old W.H.S. hasn't. I seek refuge in these hallowed halls. As I come in the front door, I am greeted by the new principal, Bob Bavota. Julie Wallace is his secretary. Mary Markey is now the superintendant. Steve Olson is still trying to pass Algebra I, with Lynn Rinker as the teacher. Jimmy O'Conners has taken over the counsel- ing department, with Gene Reithel and Jamie Hadfield as guards. Robin Land is now the school truant officer. The Class of '75 has taken over every- where, I must check out the town hall to see if they have infiltrated there. Mark West is now the town manager. Marie Fantasia is working on the tri-centenial commission. Leslee Webber is the recrea- tion director. Vince Castellano is chair- man of the board of health. Brian God- frey, Mark Yankowski, Richard Diehl and Linda Kovitch are the selectmen. Surely there must be one place that the class has not taken over. I take a short walk down by the Town Crier, where Joe Shibilia is now the editor. Two hundred yards down the railroad tracks was our secret hide-a-way. Now there are condominiums owned and operated by Kathy Sulli- van, Elaine Heim and Lori McNabb. Steve Pilcher, Leo Jones, Wayne Vokey and Dana Rouche are their grounds keepers. Stunned by this takeover of the town, I head back to my job at the drugstore on Route I. The snapping of a can opening awakens me from the trance. I bid farewell to dear old Wilmington. As I leave the office, I see other members of my class of '75 going in for help. I hope they have better luck than I did. - Doug McLain