Clinton High School - Memorabilia Yearbook (Clinton, MA)

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Glafu ..... FRESHMEN: Who could forget that fateful morning in September, in 1948, when we straggled in, wide-eyed and nervous. Anxiously wc searched for our homeroom number on the bulletin posted in the main hall. That first day is marked in our minds as a labyrinth of books, bells, and bewilderment. Before long we were amazed to find ourselves well drawn into the cycle of homework, classes, and extra- curricular activities. Good-naturedly accepting the rib- bing of upperclassmen, we became accustomed to being called lowly freshmen and convinced ourselves that better days were coming. Soon, mid-years loomed on the horizon and, we must confess, caught many of us off guard. It was with sore eyes and heavy hearts that we greeted that eventful week in January. Surprisingly enough, we braved the exams and heaved an extremely heavy sigh of relief after the crisis had passed. And so it was with blithe hearts and optimistic out- looks that we left the hallowed portal of our beloved high school for summer vacation 3 only to return in September as Sophomores! SOPHOMORE: A complete vicissitude engulfed us in sophistication. That is to say, we walked, instead of ran, through the halls, we began to use our newly-acquired vocabularyg we took home two books instead of oneg and began to feel right at home in all our classes. As our social activities expanded, homework became a hindrance but all play was curtailed with the on- coming mid-years. These we defied with courage and fortitude. The highlight of our second year at C. H. S. came with the formation of our Class Paper, Soph Talk. As we learned to work together on this project, we got to know each other better and to say that the paper brought our class closer together would not be an exaggeration. Later, we attended our first class meeting. At that time we were banded stronger than ever before. We also held one class dance. Still later, we prepared for our class effort in Interclass Dramatics. How disap- pointed we were when we failed to win first prize! But these were all memories and experiences building up to that stage of ultra smartness called ,lunior year. n '48 Farsi-:MEN

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ELIZABETH G. THOMPSON Modern History Household Arts ROBERT A. MURPHY l Modern History, Latin I NATALIE R. PRADI-:Rio French ll, Italian III, IV German Ill, IV CHARLES YOUNG Music MILDRI-:Im SMITH Manual Arts Mechanical Drawing HENRY M. 0,TO0LE U. S. History MARY GIBBONS Secretary to the Principal SUSAN D. SMITH Retired RODERICK MACKENZIE Mechanical Drawing and Art WALno T. DAvIs Retired

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Gian Jam JUNIOR CLASS: Now upperclassmen, we found that the weeks and months flew by in dances and football games, classes and homework, while each day brought with it new growing pains. With a general feeling of importance, we readily paid our class dues at the exhorbitant price of 31.001 Our rings were picked, and class colors chosen, and we emerged victorious from the battle of the Mid-Years. With the traditional Junior Prom came the zenith of our social ability. Because of each studentis individual contribution, the Prom was a memorable success, one to be treasured always. The weekly continuance of our class paper, then called The Junior Journal, brought to our treasury more than we expected and was responsible for paying many of our bills. In it we printed the latest school news, sports, gossip, and a helpful editorial or two. Soon many of the faculty were interested and became weekly subscribers. Watching the Seniors graduate that June made us realize that the oncoming summer would be our last carefree vacation. This we welcomed with open arms. SENIOR CLASS: Now, it seemed our goal was reached. We constituted the upper class of the school and were told to set an example to the lower classes, especially the freshmen. This we attempted to do but often forgot that we were almost grown up. Who can explain in words the pleasure and enjoy- ment found in being a part of such an organization, who can say his high school years were not the happiest of his entire life? We cannot, we can only tell you some of the many occasions in which we took part. The Octopus, the class paper, ran along smoothly that year due to the hard work of its staff and the Freshman Class who patronized it regularly. An innovation, the Senior Hop, almost as successful as the Prom, took place in February. Suddenly graduation was upon us. Looking up at the platform, it seemed as if we would never be able to walk up those steps and receive our diplomas. Some of us tripped, but we all made it. As we slowly marched out of the hall that night, we all felt we had left some- thing behind. It was those years when, as naive Fresh- men we nervously knocked on the door before entering, as Sophomores, when we were filled with ill-concealed contempt for the green froshg as Juniors, when we quietly sat at the assemblies imitating the Seniors, and lastly, as Seniors when our dreams of the future took a definite shape. n '52 sENlons X