Arlington High School - Indian Yearbook (Arlington, MA)

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the fruits Back Row: L. Amodeo, V. Buck, Mr. Johnson, E. Beaten, J. Aronson. Front Row: J. Daigle, A. Lawton, E. Keefe. M. Stimpson, A. Regut. Rec ” Committee Chairman Eleanor Keefe Throughout the years, the ’Rec” dance has been the most outstanding of the social activities in high school. As seniors, we look back and remember the wonderful times we’ve spent there on Friday evenings. Making new acquaintances and getting to know the old ones better will long remain in our memories. We fully appreciate the efforts of Chairman Eleanor Keefe and her committee. Each and every member of the commit- tee has worked hard to make these dances run smoothly. Mr. Johnson has also ably advised us and contributed a great deal. The Rec” is successfully sponsored and made possible by the Auxiliary Police of Arlington. They have provided us with the entertainment and record hops that we have enjoyed. We also pay tribute to the band, which has done a terrific job in supplying us with music for our dances. T wenty-five

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to this fountain The Baud The Arlington High School Band has admir- ably fulfilled its purpose by providing enter- tainment at various school functions. The ex- hilarating music and clever figures performed by members of the band at the football games have been extremely successful in arousing the spirit of the crowd and urging on the team. The band also helped a great deal in pro- moting the school spirit by playing at the vari- ous hockey and football rallies. Each year the high school band has com- peted successfully in the State Music Festivals. We know that with the capability and hard work of Mr. Hermance, our new director, our teams will be inspired to win greater victories in 1954. A. Lawton C. Sanders S. Coy J. Daijrle J. Peabody P. Wade C. Stone C. Ivester T wenty-four

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of our industry The Lunchroom The loud clang sounds and off we go, To this well-known spot we all love so. The lunchroom is a lively place As through its doors the starved mobs race. After racing down the crowded stairs. Only to find there are no more chairs. We hurry over to the line In clamorous haste to buy and dine. Tempus fugit, and soon we hear The scraping of plates upon our ear. Missiles o’ershoot the basket and fall — Like a distance shot in basketball. The lunchroom, cleared by our helpful boys. Is spick and span and devoid of noise. Until tomorrow sounds the bell That only can our hunger quell. by Oliver Sudden and Miss Ann Onymous. Rear Row: J. Simone, H. Steeves, W. Drinan, R. Await, J. Cox, W. Nitzsche. Front Row: H. Boyce, R. Leonard, G. Croshier, T. Murray, J. Poor, D. Doyle. T twenty-six