Wellesley High School - Wellesleyan Yearbook (Wellesley, MA)

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Second Row. Maurice Longsworth, Edward hort, Philip Morse, Richard Shepardson, Robert Gorton, Mr. Spang. First Ron -. Robert Blakesley, Joe lmpallaria, Louise Giesey, William Moore, Barbara Botsford, Jean Woods, Sheridan Thorup. The Senior Council As the man behind the wheel of hi car guides the vehicle to its destination, so the driving force behind our senior clai-s is the Senior Council. The class president is council president, with the other class officers serving as officer i of the council, too. The other parts” are the senior members of the Student Council. Its function is to keep under control the many problems which arise in the student council but which are of concern only to the senior class. With Mr. Spang at the wheel, the council usually rolls along in low gear for the first part of the year when about the only real problem is selecting a clais ring. Later on, however, it has to hift into second to take care of the Senior Play, whereas, at the end of the year, we find them whizzing by in high, with the many, many senior activities to take care of. The Senior Prom comes first, followed by the cla picnic, the all-important selection of a clas fc gift (that’s really a rough time for the treasurer!), and, after the graduation assembly, graduation itself, for which time the speaker must be engaged — another task for the council. But after graduation the council’! work is done — and well done, too. Everything is put in the garage till next year’s seniors refill the tanks and take the wonderful journey through their senior year! :-[ 26 ]-:

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How big the whole place was! And the corridors — no single file please! We did find it a little inconvenient, tho’, to be dir ected to the wrong gym. Our trip had speeded up and had become even more complex. There were more books to take along, and the novelty had long worn off; lockers to puzzle over; better assemblies; the Football Dance and others; and the Student Council; and a special room for the Choir! And we marveled at the cafeteria — not exactly out of this world,” but it had come from the basement to the third floor. We couldn’t find a single termite. But don’t think the change of scenery had calmed us down any. Any substitute will correct that impression; so will any teacher who has heard the clink of pennies in 302, the gentle humming at lunch, and the low roar of study periods. It was suggested that we change our method of transportation and Mr. Gaige talked of a happy ship.” But we decided to keep our four wheels solidly on the ground — you see, some of us drove cars by then. We had learned how to pack people in like sardines and make mad dashes down Paine Street. We were thrilled at the Mikado, we marveled at the Bradford, we wondered at the splendor of the Senior Prom, and we finished the first year reading l Vellesleyatis. In Junior year Mr. Graves was directing traffic as we in-betweeners swarmed through the now familiar corridors with ease. In our turn we welcomed the Sophomores, but the Seniors were still above us. The milestones were many: the Donkey Basketball game with Pancho Villa” and other great stars; the Music Festival ( Are you sure it was a flat tire that kept you out late?”) ; the Junior Prom with our own King and Queen; the breakfast outing; the crack, college bred is a four year loaf on the old man’s dough”; and finally the excitement of ushering at graduation. We went through fads that year, too; water guns (which were occasionally enjoyed by faculty children); yo-yo’s; the New Look”; and leaning against fire alarms between tlasses. Then we zoomed up to Senior Year in overdrive. We were greeted by station SBS, the Silent Broadcasting System, when the PA broke down. Mr. Owen treated u to an accordion concert. We made an improvement over the class meeting of junior year and started off right. Our scenery had new color combinations. World events began to interest u% important items such as Russia’s atomic bomb and the Wellesley Fells Regiment of the Grenadier Guards, and the face-lifting on the cupola. The Dramatic Club was formed. Rubber lizards crawled across the road. We wondered if Misl Guild ever forgot that her glasses were on top of her head, and if Mr. Benjamin’s stool would ever fall off the podium, and if we would be Republicans or Democrats. Familiar words rang often in our ear .; Now, when I wa a in England . . From the Hindu . . . ; Who shall I put down for best . . . ”; Will you swap two for a later number at the Torture Table?” and Will the following please report ...” We struggled over our own yearbook. And on we traveled, approaching caps and gowns. We passed the Springfield gym show, the Senior Play, two more proms, and finally came to graduation. Our pace slowed to a sedate walk up the steps of the rtage at Alumnae Hall. Now the years in Wellesley school lie as routes behind us, routes we have travelled over on roller skates, on bicycles, in buses, on foot, and, finally, in cars. Who knows what methods of trans¬ portation lie ahead?!

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Back Row: Robert Blakesley, Richard -smith, Donald White, Richard Cunningham, Philip Morse. Fourth Ron . John Steacie, Bruce Mansfield, Gordon Rice, John Stenberg, Richard McKown, Edward Short, Richard Shepardson, William Moore. Third Roic: Robert McCart¬ ney, Francis Puckett, Charles Gardiner, Joe Impallaria, Robert Hall, Mark Powley, Donald Russell, Maurice Longsworth. Second Row: Betsy Powley, Priscilla Kelley, Helen Sommers, Barbara Botsford, Ruth Stockbridge, Barbara Weller, Carolyn Hannauer, Carole Tims, Jvancy Breck, Beverly Meier, Patricia Carter, Gayle Greenough, Virginia Lee. Front Row: Louise Pullen, Elizabeth Rundlett, Jeannette LeBlanc, Althea Kiser, Mary Lou Collins, Barbara Fogerty, Louise Giesey, Mary Ellen Fraser, Joyce Wilson, Jeanne Woods, Barbara Dolliff, Joanne Williams. Second Row: Maurice Longsworth, Edward Short, Philip Morse, Richard Shepardson, Robert Gorton, Mr. Spang. First Row: Robert Blakesley, Joe Impallaria, Louise Giesey, William Moore, Barbara Botsford, Jean Woods, Sheridan Thorup. The Wellesieyam The Wellesleyan wasn’t just published! There were long hours of planning and writing by the large group of Designers from the senior class. The editors were determined to put the whole class to work, too; remember voting for the dedication, hunting through old dust-covered albums for baby pictures, rushing in to give your signatures for the cover and trying to fit in an appointment for your Senior Pictures? Little by little, the parts of the Yearbook were assembled in much the same way as the parts of a car are put together on the assembly line. We have added accessories to our Yearbook, too. There the juniors and sophomores, the sports and activities, and the faculty section. Just as the driver has to plan out his gasoline budget, our business staff had a tight budget to meet, too, providing plenty of headaches. Each year brings revolutionary new styles in automobiles; we’re afraid this book may not be quite revolutionizing, but some thing have been tried this year that have never been done before. Remember the down payment you had to pay when you gave your order? The whole arrangement of the book is changed around, so that just as in the new Studebaker of a few years ago, you may not know whether you’re coming or going. Our publisher this year has been a local man, and our photographer has been right in the school, so you see we didn’t have far to go to refuel.” We might have had a few flat tirei on the way, but now that we’ve reached the end of our trip, we hope that what you have in your hands is an adequate and enjoyable account of the most memorable year at Wellesley High School . . . your senior year. :-[ 27 ]-: