Arlington High School - Indian Yearbook (Arlington, MA)

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Class Oflicers elections were held while class pictures flourished. Class rings were admired, study hall feuds renewed. Sweet messages of peace and tranquillity arrived. Report cards had lost their sting Cor had theyj. Quickly the days are sliding by now bringing us ever closer to our ultimate goal-graduation. As yet we can still look forward to our prom, our class day and our graduation. We anticipate that these will be the me- morials which we shall remember from our youth. Three years have lapsed, our job is nearly done. A part of life has passed us by. The tomorrow holds for us an unknown future. Bravely we step from that last threshold of youth into life. May we by the grace of God direct our steps toward righteousness, success and happiness. Let us forever endeavor to keep our America the wonderful country it is. Yes and let us always remain as on the day we graduate a united class. JIM Baooks

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vm. . f N lwag of trieks and dazzled the G. B I league. After the last post-season game Arlington High School found herself the proud owner of not one hut two trophies. The most coveted of all perhaps heing the one for the New lingland Championship. lirom out of the hlue the junior Prom ajvi'eared. Nlunior Homerooms now he- eaine olliees of the Chase National Bank as linaneial matters were eheeked and re- eheeked. Our young gallants survived the frantic preparations for this gala event however and eould he seen on that eventful night alighting from their fathers pride and joy and aeeompanied hy their heauti- ful partners entering the Town Hall and attempting to interpret the modern danee. Yes and they eould he seen too on that fol- lowing Monday gingerly fingering their empty pockets, shrugging and sauntering off to lunch. Oh well, sueh is life. Spring engulfed us and we were carried on to eonelude our second year. Finals were met and conquered and passed into ohlivion. We were up there now. next year we'd he sitting on top of the world. lndian Summer hlew reveille. We an- swered the call of duty. Marching to the tune of Oh How l Hate to Get Up in the Morning we drifted in determined to add an appropriate finis to our high school eareer. We found that smiling through hrought no results so we decided to work. Revenge was ours as Melrose dropped the Thanksgiving day elassie. We ohserved that the Gibson Girl had moved in among us. New handana fads were plentiful. Wlizlt they were for no one knew. Stylists presented the girls with the new look. The hoys promptly lost the old look.

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Wil f Three cheers for the band of A. H. S.! If Sousa was alive they'd make him jealous! Rain or shine youlll find them playing on, keeping up the boys' spirits, helping to give them the power to drive down the field to victory. At the hockey games too they are seen, serving the same purpose. This year they plan to attend the State and New England Music Festivals, and we wish them the best of luck as we know they will carry off all the laurelsl