Technical High School - Tech Tiger Yearbook (Springfield, MA)

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It was September, 1964, and a mass of bewildered and panic stricken freshman assembled in the auditorium of Technical High School. Yes, the class of '67 had arrived. We had come to fulfill our required three years of high school education. Some will just get through by the skin of their teeth; others will do themselves proud by gaining scholastic honors. Some will sit back and let the world go by, others will be swept along by a thing called ‘school spirit.’ But in this assembling of seemingly lost newcomers, it is hard to say who will be who. Only the next three years will tell that story. Our freshman year proved itself a prosperous one, if for no other rea- son than just that of giving us a feeling of belonging. The elections of Student Council members offered us our first opportunity to act as a student body. Of course, we did not know all of the candidates personally, and so we voted about as democratically as we could. If you were a girl, you probably voted for the best looking guy running, or perhaps you voted for the candidate who promised a dance a week and music piped into the lunchroom. What ever the reason, though, as a freshman class we did not do too badly. We had a high percentage of S.A. and almost succeeded in crowning a freshman as Red Cross Queen, an event that up until then had been unheard of. Tech Tan- trums came and went, leaving us in a state of awe as to how Mr. Mur- phy, Mr. Meyers, and Mr. Karavestos could be such ‘good guys’ all year, but turn into such ‘slave drivers’ (if you’ll excuse the expression) during these few weeks. But, as usual, Tantrums '65 was a great success and a source of pride to all. We all looked forward to next year when we might be able to take a more active part in its produc- tion. Our freshman year was a good one for the entire school, sports-wise. Our baseball, soccer, hockey, cross-country, and wrestling teams competed in Western Mass. Tournaments. Our football team did a fine job of overcoming our rival (whose name at this time may as well go unmentioned, right?) Possibly, though we as freshman added very little in the way of contributions to these victories, they gave us all a feeling of pride and a source of inspiration toward our next years at Tech. It was September, 1965, and back we came, over 600 strong, as the Junior Class. Many of us realized what we had missed during the previous year, and now we were anxious to ‘get in with the swing of things.’ We had grown to full awareness of the fact that we must con- tribute if we expect to be on the receiving end of the rewards. Our first major event was the purchasing of our class rings. Oh, what a glorious day that was when the juniors made such a point of waving their right hands around for all to notice. But the glory of that day soon lost

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