Lynn Classical High School - Classical Yearbook (Lynn, MA)

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Well, for a time things went along 'so-so' until football days came along. The season was a good onel :with a grand ending when the Classical ' Sophs whipped the English Sophs Sby the colossal score of 49 - 13, the stars of the game being Dave Wardentzand Walt Henshaw, with Andy making the first touchdown. After that victory we new-comers felt that Classical was 'not-bad'. Then dances started and Classical became 'pretty-good . Finally, we elected class officers. As president we choose Hippo 'Sonny-Boy' Kyrosg Michael Gar- nier, vice president, and sweet Marion Howard, secretary. After this elec- tion, Classical quickly went back to its'so-so' status!! You know I'm kidding. . . DON'T you ?? Mercy, how did that word kidding get by our censor! We really loved our class officers! By mid-term we were hopeful we had survived, we had withstood the strain of exams, we had made new friends, tall and short, fat and skinny, smart and dumb, handsome and homely. By the end of the term gangs had formed, high school tricks or shall I say techniques had been discovered, tried, and abandoned by us for the rest of our natural lives! And so came to a close of the first act-just after everyone finally discovered who Shultz really was. The second act was laid three months later, in the fall of '45, after a wonderful vacation. This year, strangely enough, and to our horror we found ourselves or so we thought, being again lowly sophomores! We had the lay- out of the rooms clearly pictured in our minds and knew Classical inside and out fmostly outj. We had bragged all summer about being Juniors! Alas, our disappointment! What had the office done to us? Yes, you've guessed it. They had changed all the numbers of the rooms. Were we mad! fAnd, confidentally, we were just a little bit confused.l This was our year to play tricks on the Sophs: but we soon found that when we tried to follow our own directions, we couldn't find the boiler room! But somehow we surmounted our shame and settled down for a restful year. Ha Ha! That's a laugh, maybe the boys had a restful year, but the girls didn't. Who could with the program for developing sleek, sweet, feminine figures. Girls, remember the after-effects of those back- breaking work-outs?? But we were compensated, for this year's Classical-Eng- lish struggle was ours with a score of 19-0. It was a thrilling game with many of our brilliant Junior boys on the first string and many more on the bench dying--dying to get into the game! It was in this year that the I.A.D. boys began to loom on the horizon. Girls began to prepare their attachments for next year. Our officers this year were Dave Warden, Mike Garnier, and Marion Howard. As for the school play, it might as well have been the JUNIOR play with 'Andy' as a hard-boiled copy Ann Holdsworth as 'Penny'g and Anita Stoler as an, shall we say, alcoholic victim. We welcomed back Coach Twohig who brought a very successful year to our basketball team. In the 1946 Olympics, our wonderful athlete, George Pike was the record-breaking winner. More- over our Junior Prom was a huge success with sweet George Kwmuntis and Carol Agnew winning the elimination dance. And so JUNE rolled aroundg we said farewell to the seniors, but we quickly took the innocent halls of Class- ical over. The third act is the act of acts. The year 1946-47. Boy, oh Boy! This year was our year to howl. The I.A.D. boys took the howling business seriously, and so skillful were they that they delighted all the girls. The year began with Hi, long time no see! What room you in? What ya been doing? Who've eleven

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Nor is it the economic state of the world which alone assails us with dark questioning. There is also the problem of our foreign policy. What shall be our attitude toward the race for power. Shall we consent to dividing the world into spheres of influence or shall we adhere to the principles of the Atlantic Charter? Shall we view with haughty suspicion or guileless friendliness the nations which face us across the shores of the ever-diminishing oceans? Slow- ly our policy shapes and defines itself, and what its final form may be, the man in the street does not know. But the question that it offers troubles him and shuts him away from the warmth and full sunlight of peace. What shall be our attitude toward the twilight through which we are passing? As we study the vague shapes and questions which darken the road to the future, shall we View them with uncertainty and fear? The answer must be, No . America is too realistic a nation not to assess her problems, but she is too vigorous, too resourceful, to be discouraged by them. Intelligent aware- ness and spirited enlightenment shall be the policy of the Americans. We will not say that our uncertainties and fears do not exist, neither will we say that they are eternal or unconquerable. Armed with knowledge and with hope, with tolerance, and with faith, we will go forward on the dark path of the future until we pierce the fog of uncertainty and come out, God-willing into the full light of peace and brotherhood. In our hearts as we win forward toward the longed-for goal echo the words of Tennyson- Ring our wild bells to the wild sky- Ring out the thousand years of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace, Ring in the valiant and free The larger heart, the kindlier hand, Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be. L Class History Lorraine Britton '47 This history is a mistake in three acts with the scene laid at Classical High School, Lynn, Massachusetts, directly across from the city's lovely com- mon. The first episode has its setting during the school term of 1944-45. . Darling, time to get up! You don't want to be late! Remember that day three long years ago? CPerhaps four or five for the less fortunatelj Yes, that was the momentous occasion whenyou first entered the dim halls of Class- ical and by so doing, began the -history of our wonderful class. What a history, what a class, WHAT a day! Getting lost, being late for appointments, being jostled around by facetious upper classmen, asking a senior for room 107 and carefully following directions which took us to the boiler room, or some more unexpected place, and finally getting back to our home room, being dismissed, and rushing out of the building, firmly resolving never again to enter that wick- ed school where the teachers glanced at you impersonally and the kids played jokes on you. . . Yes, such were our impressions of the first day at Classical COh, now . . . you don't really believe first impressions are always truthful or lasting, DO YOU! IJ en

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you been going with? ------ Not that man! Classical was now our second home, a place to haunt when we wanted fun! And did this year turn out to be event- ful! We promptly elected class officersg Dave Warden, president, Joe Kerwin of the ARTS , vice-presidentg and Marion Howard, secretary. By now, I feel quite safe in stating that Marion knows her job. After three years, who wouldn't? This year Classical took her place in the field of sports. After a grand pigskin season, our famed football team was invited to play Granby High of Norfolk, Virginia, in the famous Orange Bowl in the sunny city of Miami, Florida. Never before in the history of Lynn had a high school football team played an intersectional game. To the joy of all, our beloved Coach Joyce, his assistants and Captain Crombie led our boys to a wonderful victory. As for the regular season games, BILLY our mascot stole the show. Many were sur- prised to see adorable George Manos, the Soda-pop king back to haunt the halls of Classical as a P.G. Oh, well, that's just one of the many tragedies we have to take in life! This year we welcomed back another coach in basketball. With our two expert helmsmen and Dave Warden as Captain, Classical found the season an easy one with many victories. Our school play and Senior drama gave our 'hams' a chance to do their stuff. And did they love it! QSO did wel. This year to our surprise we became wretches or members of the 104 Club. Here we struggled with the Gazette, The Year Book, and what not mostly what not! Before we realized how time was fleeting the Senior contests were up- on us, with a new one this year to spur us to competitive effort. The Robert Zimman Memorial Fund gave us an added incentive to write about the appalling cost of war. In this endeavor Rodney White was our most successful author with Phyllis Hafter receiving honorable mention. In the Lucy Allen Essay Contest Dave Warden was the winner, with Sandra Kaplan the runner up. In the dramatic contest--Lorraine Brilton captured the hearts of her audience CNote: I this sentence was written not by me but by a censor.J and Aram Chorebanian was runner-up in this contest. And so the years which is ours alone quickly has come to an end. The day we have dreamed of all of our lives will soon be a reality, a reality which all too quickly now will turn into memory. But with its approach our hearts are saddened, for We realize that now the world is ours and, we all must go our separate ways. Soon We will have only memories of our work and fun at Classical. But those memories are such pleasant ones! Surely no other class has achieved so much, surely no class has been so closely knit as ours And these ties we will keep alive in the years to come. So I do not bring our class history to a closeg rather I launch it on a new chapter in which the friendships made at Classical shall continue to ripen during our adult years. Last Will and Testament Lynn Classical Graduating Class of 1947 Ralph Butler, '47 Robert Green, '47 We the graduating class of 1947 being in our usual state of abnormality and lapse of memory, and knowing full well that our days in the protective portals of high school are numbered, do hasten to make this our last will and testament, hereby nullifying any and all wills heretofore made by us. We bequeath our most cherished properties s follows: twelve