Arlington High School - Indian Yearbook (Arlington, MA)

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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

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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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Send the Art Club to Greenwich Village! I. Spaneas, J. Gariepy, L. Lanza, G. Young, D. Curran. Still life with violin and Indian corn. First meeting of the “revised Art Club” . . . every- body staring silently at the new officers . . . “Is this for real?” . . . posing on desks for pencil sketches . . . “Well, don’t just stand there — poseV . . . waiting on the steps of AHS on a Saturday morning . . . feet freezing to the pavement ... off to Walden Pond! . . . “We’ve been drivin’ for seven hours” . . . “Irene, did you really think you could make a left turn from the right lane on Concord Turnpike?” . . . “How can I sketch the trees when my fingers are frozen together?” . . . the history of bananas . . . polluting the Pond with potato chips . . . Bob quacking at the seagull, (or was it a duck?) . . . Diane quacking at the fish . . . Jeanne quacking at everybody . . . the sun comes out and we thaw out . . . more trees . . . “Since when do palm trees grow at Walden Pond?” . . . Phil discovers a railroad . . . “Are those oil pastels?” . . . “No, they’re regular pastels” . . . Peggy discovers a sailor . . . “Are you children really drawing?” . . . next meeting: cutting up magazines for fun and profit . . . “What will your plants eat today?” . . . answer; your Dodge dealer ... the question is: “Does Queen Eliza- beth have a glass jaw?” . . . “Amy, you can’t make a ballerina from melted wax crayons; it will look as if her limbs are rotting away” ... “I think I just singed off my eyelashes!” . . . “Mr. Robinson, please stay calm, but there is a paraffin fire raging in that bucket and it WON’T GO C)UT!” . . . 5:00 P.M.: “Haven’t you kids left yet?” . . . “What shall we do in the spring? Go to the Common and sketch the pigeons?” . . . and we did just that . . . Living sculpture. 24