Wayland High School - Reflector Yearbook (Wayland, MA)

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New Year's Resolutions of the Class of '4 We, the Class of '44, Send New Year's greetings out galore, To let you know what we intend, he'll show our resolutions on end. Bill O'Connell resolves to be A quieter lad than in '45, Patti Daly resolves, 'tis told, That she'll come to scrool often and reach her Dorothea, like the Paper Doll, Resolves that she'll be loved by all, Larry Ekdahl will, indeed, better his gliding And Jeanie Smith, her horseback riding, Billy Hynes now vows he'll not ignite us, With that dreaded disease we call Hynesitus, A good stenographer Gloria Beadle will be, Her ambition---to sit on the boss's knee, Roger is quiet, as we all know, He may become a Johnny Zero! We are glad to know that Phyl and El Resolve in earnest to beat that bell, Bob C. Proctor, with wit in stride, Plans to give those two gals a ride, As a Tel.'and Tel. girl, our Caroline Russell, Resolves to aid anyone in a hustle, Will Bobby Parker's secret remain, Or will he relent and let us see Jane? Faith, who is quiet as she can be, Resolves, after New Year's, noisier to be, Douglas Scotland, who once was a soda jerk, Will apply himself better in chauffeur's work, 'Twill be a myst'ry to us how Jack Can rattle off on a war attack, Dayton Nelson with his course in par, Will take Edie often out in his car, Martha Merrill, who has been ill in '45, Resolves that healthier she will be,' Tom Garvey's ambition is to enter the Navy, And, like other sailors, he'll have his hair w Soup to her friends Audrey always will be, But the brand may change with that H.S. degree Rita and Anne who made up this score, Promise daily attendance in '44, To all who have gone to the Armed Forces, We send Best Luck in all your courses. .Q-..-,,. 4 goal aVY3 S

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1 1 I Memories, 1965 NHarry, what are you laughing at?' I had been quietly sewing, but I glanced up quickly when I heard my husband's hearty laugh. NWel1, dear, do you remember my trip to the attic? I found something there that should interest you. It's your diary.u NHarry! Quick, let me see it! What year is 1t?' nIt's for 1945. Listen to what you wrote about twenty years ago. Let's see, you were fifteen then.u September 9, 1945. .School started today. I have had a Hfeather bob,N and I wore my new pinafore. WExcuse the interruption, but what was a 'feather bob'? And I always thought a pinafore was some sort of bib.n WIsn't that just like a man?- A pinafore was a skirt with, well, a top to it, and a 'feather bob' was a hair-do that looked like--looked like--looked like feathers. Stop laughing, Harry, it was very pretty--as I remember 1t.' Nwell, Joan, here is an interesting tid-b1t.n October l5,'1943. Fall is in the air. Today, instead of painting my legs and wearing huraches, I wore socks and loafers. HNow, will you explain that to me? what did you do? Paint your legs red, white, and blue? Just tell me, won't you, what were loafers, huraches, and socks?n nHarry, don't be silly! Don't you remember that during World War II silk stockings were scarce, and the girls painted their legs? Huraches were straw shoes, imported from Mexico, and loafers were brown leather ones.n nAll right, I understand that. Now, what does this mean?u v November ll, 1945, It was so cold that I wore my fascinator. I also wore my necklace made of macaroni, nNow, Joan, I remember what fnscinators were. They were the kerchiefs with holes in them. But you must have looked beautiful with stringy macaroni all over you.U WHere's another entry!W November 51, 1943. Harry came to school today with a G. I, haircut. Now I know how he will look when he gets bald. What a dismal prospect! Well, thank goodness, that time hasn't come yet! ' nCome on, Harry, close the book. We've both been insulted enough, Besides, it makes me feel so old.n D. H.