Weston High School - Key Yearbook (Weston, MA)

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ELEANOR WALES gets along with everyone . . . typist . . . wants to learn to hunt . . . Wrentham . . , baby sitting . . . movies . . . comptometer. Chanticleer, Prom Committee. RICHARD WOODWORTH camera fiend . . . arrived last year . . . MIT . . . photo ed of yearbook . . . future engineer . . . ambition is to fly faster than light. Math Club, Glee Club. DONALD WYMAN still another mathematician . . . busy . . . mad driver . . . Cornell . . . swoops in the clouds . . . much sought after . . . athlete . . . affiliation . . . class president four years. Student Council, Glee Club, Math Club. 20

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NORMA THOMPSON wrote a lot of these . . . nice . . . typist . . . oh, that high G! . . . Prom Court . . . supports all the sports. Glee Club RICHARD THORPE Ricky . . . annually absconds with the funds . . treasurer of practically everything ... at long last in the Glee Club . . . won Harvard Book . . . our one and only A student . . . braves the briny depths . . . and the snowy slopes. Math Club, Yearbook Staff, Class Treasurer (2 yrs.) ROBERT TOLAND three letter man . . . Bob . . . those TIES . . . Her¬ bert . . . hung Prom decorations . . . lends his lovely tenor voice to Glee Club . . . Care? . . . that hair cut. Football 3 years, captain 1950; Basketball, Base¬ ball 4 years. Glee Club, Prom Committee. 19

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historLj.. The years have passed swiftly for the Class of 1951, and it is now on the verge of dissolving. But the members will always remain The Class of ■ ' 51. The reason for that is the basis of our story . . . Our class has grown up in the midst of World Conflict and continuous crises. From personal ex¬ perience, we do not know the meaning of uni¬ versal peace. Episode one, of our school life, began when the class of 1951 entered kindergarten in 1938. Al¬ though we did not know it at the time, our par¬ ents were just recuperating from the depression. By the time we had survived the first grade and sauntered casually next door to the second, the second great event of our brief career occurred. On December 7, 1941, the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor, and our way of thinking, for some of us, our lives, were changed radically. ' Midst rationing, scarcity. War Movies, and black¬ outs, w ' e got what was to be had for an educa¬ tion. With the end of the war and of rationing, we entered Junior High School. That was the beginning of episode two. Along with changes that were occurring around the globe, we, here in Weston, were changing also. Why shouldn ' t we? Weren ' t we part of the Wes¬ ton High School? At any rate, spit ball construction and the number of water bombs thrown, decreased noticeably, while more grown up forms of amusement took their place. The members of our class began to find what homework really was like. Our calm, happy existence received a shock in the eighth grade with the death of Mr. Rhoades, who had been our Superintendent of Schools since we started. We were fortunate, however, to have Mr. Rush fill the vacant position. Episode three—Grade nine followed quickly after Junior High, and we were on the last lap of our Weston Public School career. The year got off to a bang with the advent of the students??? from Lincoln. Midway into the fresh¬ man year, many of our members somehow took a vacation, which exactly coincided with the Tech Tourney, when Weston was playing. Towards spring, as we were planning our spring dance, all of our plans were changed because the school burned down. This tragedy caused us to move to Waltham, where we finished our freshman year. In between tne many events of that year, we found time to do some studying ( Let me demon¬ strate the COj fire extinguisher ! and horsing around (who hit Mr. Ferry with that spit ball?) and in June we were advanced to the tenth grade, a much wiser class??? This was the year that we began to put our mem¬ bers on the various varsity squads and into extra¬ curricular activities. The Biology class went to the Harvard Museum to look at plants and an¬ imals, but the back rooms and front steps were the most popular parts of the trip ( Smoke Gets In Your Eyes. ) At this time there was a lot of talk about flying saucers throughout the nation. But we had our own version of that. Ducking flying tomatoes, oranges, and other juicy fruits helped keep every¬ one in condition. Since we managed to do a little work during the year we became Juniors the following September. We were real students by this time and were con¬ stantly looking for the answers to the many ques¬ tions that were in our maturing minds. For in¬ stance, what happens when foam rubber comes in contact with nitric acid? We found out. What grade did the banana-stained M.D. drawing get? For Christmas we received a gift which we had been looking forward to for some time; the new school. Here we learned how to keep quiet in X period study, although a good many of us became ac¬ complished gardeners. We also developed keen, analytical minds in our Junior year (Student YES). In the spring we sponsored our Junior Prom. It was the best in the history of the new high school, because it was the first, and probably the best of the old school as well. In June our class planned our first and only class outing. Nothing more shall be said!!!? After a tine scholastic and athletic record, our class came down the home stretch, the Senior year. The Senior class at lasti The Senior class, where we became the big shots and everybody looked up to us. That was a jampacked year for us, from the very beginning. The Yearbook, with all its trials and tribulations, presented many prob¬ lems for the staff at various times throughout the whole year. At Christmas, the holiday spirit pre¬ vailed in our homeroom, due to the diligent work of certain members of our class in decorating a Christmas tree. Along about the end of January our masterpiece of journalism, the Sears Essay, arrived and plagued us until far into March. Finally in June came our graduation, when every member of the class felt as one person, one thought. How did it all happen so quickly? It isn ' t possible that we entered the kindergarten thirteen long years ago. However the fact still remains that we spent thirteen years together between the time when we quakingly walked into Mrs. Strahan ' s room to learn about blocks and our graduation in June of 1951. And that, reader, is truly why the members of rhe class of 1951 will always be . . . The Class of 1951.