St Marys High School - Lance Yearbook (Medford, OR)

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DS PCT? DEMQCRACV 5 1 5 0btain chlorine from hydroch- loric acid by oxidizing the hydro- gen ol the acid, Use manganese dioxide as the oxidizing agent. It might just as well have been Greek as chemistry, but vve tried to lollovv directions. If one stretched his imagination our apparatus resembled the picture in the book, so the bravest ol our number poured in the acid. We held our breaths expecting an explosion any second, but no explosion came only clouds ol the yellowish gas. We vvere successlull We were scientistsl Cicero isnit really dead. We lcnovv, because he rises from the grave to haunt and torment us every alternoon lor lorty-live min- utes. Spool4y, isnit it? But vve vvorl4 tvvice as hard for his ghostly presence. conjugating verbs, de- clining nouns, studying vocabu- laries or decoding pages upon pages ol Latin, we become so ab- sorbed in the past that we don't realize 'itempus is lugitingn until the buzz ol the clocl4 ends the period and brings us baclc to 1949. 'KNOW then is that clear to ev- eryone? lvventy-Five sets of very thoughtful and very doubtful eyes gaze in vvonderment and respect at Sr. Aileen vvho has ventured forth and conquered what seemed the impossible an algebra prob- em. 'Though vve would much rather be roaming the hills of Cortland on these truly gorgeous days, duty calls First and hence every night or almost every night vvill see us, the Freshies, studying diligently over the most necessary ol all evils r algebra.

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Cn the First event ol our French I I When the lollovving notice ap- peared on the blackboard: All those wishing to take part in ed- iting the yearbook will please meetalterschoolf' several senior enthusiasts appeared with nevv ideas and infinite energy. Write- ups, typing, snapshots, patrons, deadlines met us on every side. Alter working diligently and in- dustriously to make this the most successful ol all yearbooks, we hope vve have accomplished what vve set out to do. ln September, a class ot eager students braved the mysteries of shorthand, and looked lorvvard to careers as private secretaries in the not-too-distant Future. The queer little curves and dashes then meant no more to us than a page ol Greek or the inscription on the Rosetta stone. But Htime marches on, and lor a levv devoted stu- dents, lvlr. Gregg's labors have not been in vain. We camemvve practiced f and time vvill tell hovv much vve conquered. cass, a Maitresse smilingly en- tered the room. UBonjour ma classel Comment-allez vous? Ahl tres bien. II lait du soleil c'est apres-midi, n'est-ce pas?', Qpen- m th d ' ou e , vve gazed at her, little short of amazed. Would vve ever be able to talk like that? We vvondered. ln a tevv short vveeks, hovvever, we became adept in the langu- age, and experienced the lun ol enacting French plays, reading French anecdotes, and attending the French Club meetings. Now that vve have mastered the lundamentalspfvethinkvve are lully prepared lor next yearls class. BUILDING BACKGRCDI

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SENICDRS CQNQUER STAGE FRIGI-IT Back row standing: J. Hill, M. Mullen, B. Neville, F. Irving, J. Ray, J. Cross, C. Kelly, P. Domineske, R. Reif Front row: C. Corcoran, H. lsaf, R. Long, T. Quinlan, M. O'Connar, H. Stoyell, A. Michaud At long last tlwe great moment came, tlwat ex- citing, suspense-Filled moment wlien Don't Ever Grow Upi' opened its doors ol lauglws and tlirills, mysteries and lieartbrealcs to an anxious audience. We were all gaily transported to tlwe Mead- ows' liome where we were graciously received by Mr. and Mrs. Meadows and their dauglwter, Mimi. We met Elaine, tlwe lovely but.ratlier Udomineeringu sister Home from college, and we got our First glimpse ol Dudley Norton, Mimiis clwildliood beau wlwo was still in tlsie tlmroes ol puppy lovef, ln fact we were really adopted into the Family. COF course, Molly, the maid, grumbled about tlwe extra worlc and tlwe wretclied middle class, but who cared?D From tlwen on we travelled a dizzy round ol Football games and victory bazaars. So realistically were tlie clwaracters portrayed tlwat we wit- nessed intimate lamily quarrels and watcl1edtl1e parade ol emotions as tlwouglw each little triumplw, eacl'1 little sorrow was our own. We cried over the Bulldogs sad defeat, we lauglwed at Mollyls endless grumbling, we slwud- dered at Hal Kenny's would-be deatlw in a closet, we romanced witlw Glenn, tl'1e lovelorn young author, and we Flirted witlw charming Judy until tlwe curtain dropped on another victory scored lor tlwe youtli ol today.