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

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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.

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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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KEEP 'EIVI DANCING Good I'Ieavens . . . 6:00 aIready and I haven't even started dressingI Mother, may I borrow your new hose . . , I just got a grue- some snag in my three-month guaranteed INIyIon , . . the doorheII . . . Mom . . . oooh what a scrumptious corsage . . . Mmm . . . QueIIe odeurI . . . Is there a card? oh how sweet? And so, in I9reathIess expectation, and with hours to spare, we made our frenzied prepara- tions for he pig event Hfhe Junior-Senior prom. I:IawIess coiffeurs were arranged and rearranged, curIs, paired and repaired, and Iips, cheeks and nails tinted to glowing perfec- tion then I'INIo it canft possiIaIy pe QQO aIreadyI Why Johnnie wiII be here any minute now and I IooIc a sightI Iherefs the beII now . . . Ch Mom, Ifm not haIf ready. IeII him I'II be down just as soon as I can. Darn it all of all nights for him to be on timeI Five more minutes of Iast minute checI4- ups, and we nervousIy approached the stairs for the grand descent finding the gIib tongue, wise-cracIcing youth we Icnew so weII actuaIIy transformed into a hashfuI, tongue-tied escort. Scarcely before we Icnew what had hap- pened, we found ourseIves in an enchanting garden swaying and gIiding to the haunting strains of the orchestra on the fIower-bedecIced terrace hardIy recognizing our efforts of the previous days Iost as we were, in a dizzy whirI of coIor, Iaughter and soft Iights. Qnly too soon the spell was broken and the gates of the lovely garden cIosed sIowIy behind us, retaining within its bright walls the gaiety and splendor of another prom Night , Ieaving us only memories.