Arlington High School - Indian Yearbook (Arlington, MA)

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Through The Years It seems so long ago now, that forgotten day of yesteryear when we Stepped from the bright September sunshine into Arling- ton High School. our valley of decision. Do you recall the eager shullle of our hur- ried steps upon the hallowed floors of our new home? How zealously we waited for those elevators that never came, while other classmates searched for room 909 and terminated supervising the janitor. We had as all other classes before us been given the business The initiation over, we readily accepted our places as members of the student body, Our joy was short lived, however, for report cards reared their ugly heads. The storm broke and those were fortunate in- deed who did not receive at least a partial drenching. Putting all the blame on ex- perience and none on ourselves we trudged onward. The death of Miss Murray shocked and grieved us for she was a friend to all who knew her. We bright- ened as we noticed the social world around us. Debating Club, G. A. A., Gilbert and Sullivan, a morsel for every appetite was offered us. The more energetic of our class- mates sought positions on the various ath- letic teams. Spring burst through in all her , ,Q I ymwsgwswwccawwcmkwc S . .. .,...,, A. 'lr mn Sl . ll Q A 3 i gn , X V' ',A'-, X wg 1.,.. S ,, c A islxegf, Ak . budding glory and we could picture in the distance, yes we could see-vacation. We drew a deep breath and dove into the un- known terror of the year's end-final exams. Brains were now in constant use, pencil stubs discarded, nerves frayed-we made it. The finals were over. We set- tled back until next year.