Berlin High School - Lamp Yearbook (Berlin, CT)

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remember . . . kids, do you remember the year when we each bore that honored” name, Freshman”? It was just three steps short of heaven, with only a couple of cares . . . ’member when they first gave us the little cards with room numbers . . . we followed the arrows but never did find the rooms . . . then there was the traffic squad, whom we looked upon as the gestapo after they had kindly rescued us from being trampled into unconsciousness by the on- coming traffic on a one-way stairway . . . remember Freshman initiation, when for one week of torture the girls had their fathers’ garters on with oddly-matched socks, skirts above their knees in little-girl fashion, and their lovely locks tied in back . . . the boys showed off their shapely legs, with trousers rolled up, adding to their beauty with lipstick and little bows in their hair . . . then at the Senior-Freshman reception all the local talent from our class entertained the Seniors with lovely little trios and duets . . . those Seniors were so nice to us . . . always inviting our members to come visit their court, and then we’d come out with an assignment to scrub the Senior Walk ... it seems we weren’t supposed to walk there . . . but we soon went off on our own, with our marvelous snow-ball dance . . . the decorations were solid — one sad write papier-mache ball hanging in the middle of the ceiling . . . and the Junior Prom that year had a good representation from our class — those grass skirts waiting on table were Freshman girls . . . then, of course there were classes . . . we received a superb education that year, but maybe it wasn’t exactly what they wanted us to learn . . . but it was fun, being Freshmen, remember . . .?