Barre High School - Barretone Yearbook (Barre, MA)

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20 BARRET ONE TOAST TO ’44 X To the Senior class of ’44 We eagerly lift our glasses, A toast to her success in store, As her banner proudly passes. Her purple and white are gayly flown To light her steadfast way; Her cheery colors stand not alone, And promise never to lead astray. Her heart is high, her spirits great, Her courage undismayed. She strives along the road of fate, Alert and unafraid. Arlene Morrison, ’44

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BARRETONE 21 A SENIOR GIRL Who’s that young girl running up the steps of the library? Who is she? Why, she’s a Senior from the school on the hill. You should be able to tell a Senior when you see one. (I didn’t say WHAT to tell her, remember!) Her appearance is casually fastidious. Her favorite uniform is the impeccable skirt and sweater combination ; and does she look neat ! Quite often the sweater is adorned with the pin of a frater- nity or an insignia pin. The tradi- tional saddle shoes are meeting competition with the loafer style, for the Senior believes in comfort and fashion. Tailored clothes are her pride. When those formal dances come around, though, she’ll gladly go feminine to harmonize with the uniform HE’s wearing ! As for hair-dos, the Senior likes a shining feather-bob, or possibly a glamour girl coiffure ; just so long as her crowning glory is clean and curly — it’s all right. (Once in a while she tries pigtails just for the fun of it). The Senior has a fine personality. She’s always ready to lend a hand to another’s success, whether the lending be in the form of a shampoo or a pair of Nylons. She’s wonderfully good-natured, and full of fun. She likes nothing better than a soda or two (or three) along with Harry James’ songs from the juke-box in the lo- cal drug store. When she leaves, she’s loaded down with candy bars and potato chips, often varied with ice cream. The Senior is sincere, in- formal, and very friendly. She’s al- ways ready to help out. The Senior dislikes people who DEIGN to no- tice others, she prefers sincerity. Joke-loving, she has a good come- back for everything. Lipstick is a stand-by, and she likes it bright. Pancake make-up is a joy, but what does it matter if her nose IS a lit- tle shiny? She loves sports — and how she does yell when the home team makes a point ! ! ! She may seem to bluff her way through classes, but she really knows what’s inside those books, and her saga- cious attitude is usually well found- ed. All in all, the average Senior is a pleasing companion and a swell pal. Shirley Gray ’44 THEY ALSO SERVE . . . There was a shortage of tires, shortage of gasoline, shortage of sugar, and a shortage of coffee, but most of all there was a shortage of volunteers for the lookout post. It seemed that everybody, that is, those few who had not gone off to war, was busy doing something else and didn’t have any time to watch for airplanes. Late one afternoon, however, Jim Cook, the chief observer, heard a scuffling and a tapping coming toward the door of his office. Then there was a soft rap. “Come in!” shouted Jim. In a few seconds standing before him was a little old man, Chester Downs, by name. Though he was not an unfamiliar figure, he still aroused the curiosity of the towns- people as he was totally blind, and they often wondered how he managed to get around. On his head was an old and bat- tered gray felt hat. His coat un- doubtedly was one he had bought at the last church rummage sale. The collar and cuffs of his shirt were frayed, and his trousers looked as though they had possibly seen the last war. “What can I do for you, Ches- ter?” asked Jim. Shifting his cane to the other hand, Chester replied, quietly but clearly, “I want to watch fer air- planes.” “You what? But, man, you know you can’t . . “Yes,” interrupted Chester, “I know I can’t see, but I kin hear !”