Arlington High School - Indian Yearbook (Arlington, MA)

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“Were coming, we ' re coming, our brave little AVer ' s! First Row: M. Chin, S. Elliott, S. Santos, C. Atamian, A. Pidano. Second Row: C. Cole, R. Palomba, A. Dannenberg, J. Conroy, P. Heaslip. Third Row: Miss Hutchinson, S. Stiles, J. Cura, J. Hilferty, L. Chenery, P. Ciano, K. Blomquist. They’re all singing in a different key . . . Dr. Roens speaks on Russia. Another night, another banquet.’’ Are we blocking your view of the window?’’ A Y -ers pose for a candid. 22

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Winning the State and New England Drama Festivals . . . how can we ever forget that? . . . John Hancock Hall will never be the same . . . feeding pigeons and scaring little kids in the Common: “Chuck, give me back that peanut! . . . Hey! Somebody catch that squirrel! . . . Hi, little kid. I’m mental and I just es- caped white pantaloons and bright red bows . . . somebody’s sex symbol . . . that blond bombshell, Jane Stein, strikes again! . . . Kevin’s square-toed boots . . . and how about those ultra-mod pants in Physicianl . . . “Leave it in, I love it!” . . . the last dying words of our director . . . Donna look- ing like an old bag, but winning an acting award any- way . . . even her best friends won’t tell her . . . “Zanies, get moving! Frank, stop waving those tree branches!” . . . throwing confetti on the judges . . . Richard Kalustian’s beard sticking to Donna’s thumb . . . those wild and infamous cast parties . . . “Get your hands off my body!” . . . “Give me the gun, Kevin!” ... no wonder he shot Chuck ... all that padding on Chris . . . “Ugh! I may vomit!” . . . which brings to mind Saint Sebastian’s . . . President in charge of vice: who else but Kevin? . . . “Maxine, go dress in the mummy case” . . . the gang scene in Rebel . . . “He went over the bluzz. Buff” . . . two days before show time: “I don’t care anymore! If the show’s bad, it’s not my fault!” . . . sound familiar? . . . “Watch out everyone! Wheelchair on the loose!” ... the excitement of dances and banquets . . . meet- ing new people . . . “Arlington kids? I’ve heard about them — who hasn’tT’’ . . . the tension of waiting for the judges’ final decision . . . chewing pencils nervously . . . “Now I’m really going mental!” . . . Regional Festival: one third of the total number of awards were taken! . . . tears of relief . . . tears of disappointment: “It’s overV ' ... the “Mouse That Roared” carrying Judy . . . pink bloomers and red sneakers are her trademarks . . . remember the dress rehearsal for thatl . . . “Mrs. McLean, Tony has someone wrapped in the curtains again!” . . . Mary Shaw, Stage Manager: what would we do without her? . . . “Get your hands off me! You have the touch of a sex-starved cobra!” . . . Chuck DiStefano, the coiffure king: hectic, last- minute comb-outs . . . three cheers for Todo, our pro- duction co-ordinator! . . . “We’re from Arlington, mighty, mighty Arlington!” ‘Til race my wheelchair up and down the hall if I feel like it!” “Little do they know my lines are written on the inside.” Lurch: “You rang? “Is that for me or the dog?” 21

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President Arlene Dannenberg opened the year with enthusiastically attended council meetings at her hum- ble abode. We missed our loyal, true-blue Miss Hutch- inson; but we need not have worried. We never lost sight of her for the rest of the year! (Who else but Miss H. could tell us the mathematical probability of the success of a dance and be right?) Of course we always had Mr. D’Antona, and that was enough for most of the girls. His lovely dancing charmed them at the International Conference in Nova Scotia! That i ' brings to mind a classic remark. When a lowly sopho- . more asked where the Conference was to be held, one ( of our illustrious senior council-members replied; “Go 1 to Halifax!” We all know what she really meant . . . The Regional Representative, who complains that 1 his name is never in the secretary’s report, specializes 1 in “Tales of the Convention”: “God save the Green Queen! . . . LEWD . . . I’m Chenery the Eighth I am! ... Is this the orgy? . . . : When you’re in Canada, do as the Atkinsons do! . . . . LEWD . . . Chenza trying on some glasses, and Paul putting his hand in front of her: ‘Hey, move your foot!’ . . . LEWD . . . Are you going to feel strange when ' I you fly? . . . This is cool, (after touchdown) . . . ( stop. Stop, STOP!” That usually stopped him, and we turned to the Questionnaire Chairman, who discovered that pupils at Arlington High prefer stag dances to any other kind. I The Vice-President of Projects and Finances would ! often supplement these reports with the astounding ( news that the treasury was in good shape, plus or 1: minus about fifty dollars. He was accurate in planning Christmas caroling routes and candy sales. During the i time of the candy sale, the council-members all gained • weight. Could it be they never even got the candy home? Qur welfare project was constructive, with much “Ho ho-ing” and the response of pupils to help the unfortunate was very heartening. The Vice-Presi- f dent of Membership could boast 400 members — most of them active — which makes one wonder how they could sit still long enough to be counted. The secretary usually handed out her report, because she was too busy trying to remember the date to be able to give it : orally. If you could read the notebook, you would see she kept detailed accounts of the meetings. With ; speakers like Mrs. Marge Dunton, and a panel with f Brud Faulkner, Father Casey, and Mrs. Lanigan, the r meetings were successful, even if the council gatherings 1 ! were catastrophic. The year ended in June, but A.Y. stayed on to attend the International Conference in 1 Dallas. Oh, those sumptuous (?) dinners! What goes on after those AY meetings? Our Christmas welfare project. 23