Weston High School - Key Yearbook (Weston, MA)

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Class The Class of ’47 is passing through the portals of learning at Weston for the last time. The long coveted diploma is about to be received by each with a sense of satisfaction in the knowledge of a job well done and the pleasant realization that henceforth he will be known as an alumnus of Weston High School. Being an alumnus may possibly mean sinking into obscurity as far as the future annals of Weston High School are concerned, hut with fellow alumni it gives one the opportunity of indulging in the delightful pastime of “Do you remember the time when . . .? i In the history of the Class of ' 47 there certainly are many incidents | one may recall. j i The “least understood class in the history of Weston High, ' Its members seem to have been cursed with the ability to do the j wrong things at all times. Perhaps that is due to the large amount of restless brain power which has been prominent in the class since its introduction to Miss Adams and Weston in ' 35. ' School life in those days consisted of sitting on paper towels (for the youngest members of the group), being in tears, (as Bibs was, at the sight of a dozen little boys and girls excitedly encircling her to the tune of “Ring Around the Rosy”), and vieing for the position desired by all the girls ... a place on the list of Doug Hammond ' s ten “best girl friends”. j Somehow we survived the ordeals of our first reading and writ ' ! ing lessons and made our way to the “higher grades”. As fourth graders we began the battle of .sexes with Johnson and Schlaikjer leading the opposition, and Dot Sheehan mapping out the plan of attack for the girls. In the fifth grade Mrs. Eldied gave us our first taste of real dis ' cipline (write Chatterbox 100 times). Then we became the aristo ' crats of the elementary building . . . sixth graders. We were the I ones who rang the morning and dismissal bells, who set the exam ' pie for the lower grades, who patrolled the driveway in front’ of . the school. Incidentally, the Class of ' 47 has the honor of first or ' ganizing the group of patrol boys which still does such fine work. Also in the sixth grade the best qualities in each of us were uu ' covered by “Maggie’s” prolonged illness, when we showered her with gifts of jumbo crayons, paper dolls, coloring books, and car '

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Charles Willard Walls April 10, 1929 Dartmouth West Medford “Charlie” has been reasonably steady in all his interests at Weston, but, because his ambition is to lead a happy ' goducky life, we suspect that there is something of the vagabond in him. His favorite pastime is playing the drums, but he shows unmis ' takable pleasure at being asked to supervise the modern problems class in Mr. Cummings’ absence. (Or does he?) Charlie wants to be a lawyer and have “lots of money”. Operetta 2 years. Class Officer 1 year. Susan Wiley January 19, 1930 Massachusetts State Cambridge “Susie”, one of the Lincolnites who joined our ranks in the freshman year, has proved to be a valuable classmate with her work on the magazine staff, and her contributions to the High School Poetry An.hology. In spite of her literary bent, Susan has some widely divergent hobbies, among them playing the flute and collecting insects. This latter she intends to make her career, as her ambition is to be an anthropologist. Orchestra 1 year. Discussion Club, Chanticleer staff. Publicity manager, “The Fighting Littles”. Virginia Dorr Williams May 1, 1929 Mount Holyoke Cambridge, Mass. “Bunny”, one of the artistic members of our class, can always be recognized in class as the girl behind the knitting needles. Her hobbies are drawing and reading, and, though art is her forte, she is also an excellent writer. With these talents Bunny cannot help but fulfill her ambition, which is simply to get to college next year. Hockey 2 years. Basketball 2 years. Yearbook staff, Class Officer 2 years.

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History nations, all delivered by the then bashful Bob Johnson. T h ' ' n we were in Junior High, a little scared by the bell schedule and the system of slips, as previously described to us by Miss Staples. Soon, however, we got into the swing of things and were listening to Mrs. Hill warning us about the difficulties we would meet in high school. And what are our memories of junior high? . . . embarrassing moments in Miss Marble’s hygiene classes, the parties at Joanne Ragan’s house, the temper tantrums we encouraged in one of our members, as well as his deep interest in dead birds, one of which Miss Johnson discovered in her desk. Mrs. Hill had tried to prepare us for high school. We became Ircshmen in 1943 and for the next four years we were continually being impressed with the fact that college life would be infinitely harder than high school. With the encouragement of Miss Spear, the girls spent many Monday afternoons folding bandages for the Red Cross, in an at ' tempt to redeem ourselves in the eyes of our upper classmen, who had tagged us “foolish freshmen.” As sophomores, a group of girls tried to enliven the drab appear ' ance of the corridors by personalizing the lockers with the owners ' names in “Red Dragon” nail polish. However, Miss Spear didn t appreciate our artistic efforts and the next day found the group energetically at work with polish remover, although the ring leader was at home, conveniently ill. By special arrangement, the can ' Can dance to be given at the Junior Dance was previewed in Miss Harding’s Spanish class, to the intense mortification of the dancer whose skirt suddenly be ' came loose and fell to the floor. Chemistry classes proved the undoing of some of us. How could Tom Simpson have substituted HNO. for HjSO ? The resulting brown fumes which filled the lab brought his error before the eyes of all. Judie, somehow, once dropped a whole drawer of magnets and spent the better part of the period on her hands and knees. We know we have left a mark on Weston High School; we sin ' cerely hope it has been a good mark. We believe that the mark Weston has made on us has been a good one and one which will stay with us always.