Assumption Preparatory School - Memini Yearbook (Worcester, MA)

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We Played . . . For four school years, every day of the year, we indulged in our favorite pastime, playing. We have en¬ joyed ourselves to a great extent by participating in every conceivable form of sports. We dare not endeavor to speak of all of them; however, there are some that must be mentioned. We shall never forget those large steel ping-pong tables which adorn the floor of every rec-hall. Remember when our eyeballs got all tangled up over the bridge of our noses while we watched Normand Paulhus and Charlie Paquette thrash out a blazing game of ping-pong? Of course during the winter we strained our bodies to their utmost, nearly, in order to win the class basketball tournament which was played in our beautiful gym. At other times we tried to soak our pals with that white, miserable, hut beautiful substance, snow. We will also long remember the blades flashing on our rink. Even broken hones couldn ' t keep us off it! At last, spring, bringing baseball, volleyball, track and tennis, all of which we loved so well. Yes, we played and we enjoyed ourselves. Deserted now, hut wait until three-thirty. Gassima, Whiff-whaff and Klik-Klak.

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We Worked . . . Bells! Bells! Bells! Those little devils who called us to work, shattering our joys with an abominable noise. Bells awakened us in the morning and called us to study before dawning, for four long gong infested years. How well we can remember their calling us to class, where we listened to courses in French, English, Latin, and other unmentionables. Remember, fellows, when we used to knock that ominous door which led to Father Amarin, from whom we asked permission to avail ourselves of the library facil¬ ities or to have a cigarette. Then came our Senior year and rooms; we studied in peace; no monitor, no snoring, except our own, and with that faithful companion, a butt, we worked. The ever dormant room of knowledge. Disorderly books show an orderly mind(?) Here the great masters rest in dust. Luckies taste better, even w hile w ' orking.

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Look, you — !! %”?!! I call ’em as I see ’em. a Si bv e« l? • fteq uV re« ' Rink frozen only between Dec. 18 and Jan. 2.