Barre High School - Barretone Yearbook (Barre, MA)

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’Twas Seniors and the Sophomores And there I was behind. I was huddled in a corner And watched the crowd go by. And I wondered if the freshmen class Were all as scared as I. Then, someone said that in room two The greenest class would sit. I figured they must be the freshmen The name really seemed to fit. We had just got nicely settled When the bells began to ring. And startled glances wondered what The ringing bells would bring. It meant the classes had to change. And the freshmen had to find Another room to settle in, If no one seemed to mind. We huddled in the hall awhile Debating where to go And wondered, should we go upstairs? Or should we go below? Thus passes this day at Barre High. Each freshman wished anew That he were back in grammar school And never would get through. We’ve met and mingled many times. Since that eventful day And learned to love old Barre High In the good old fashioned way. —By CLAIRE BURGESS OUR GREEN YEARS Fortune smiles upon us Throughout our years at school Although we’re blind to see it Under stress of rod and rule. Learning is a problem And studying a chore But too late do we realize Such happiness is o’er Teachers seem against us: They really aren’t at all: But rather trying to help us In a world that seems to call. Our green years are the best years The happiest of the rest Yet age alone appreciates Our school days as the best! —BEVERLY RICE 24

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WHAT FUTURE YEARS WILL BRING Along the old brick high school wall Grow ivy vines so very tall. Each class day they are planted there To grow and flourish without care. They must endure the sun that shines Upon their leaves and on their vines — With winter’s snow to tolerate And gentle spring, - co-operate. These plants are set by those who must Endure life’s hardships and who trust That life, like ivy will progress To prosper on without recess. Some wish and yearn to find success While others hope for happiness. A few may in a century Be praised and kept in memory. Some will be faced by risk and strife While most will lead a common life. I wish that all may sometime see God’s love and care, eternity. — ALDONA SLUCKIS THE SEAMSTRESS April is stitching with needles of rain. Her silver thread flashes again and again. She’s making a garment that cannot be seen, But soon it will cover th earth with green. Soon in the grass her embroiderv will show Where daisies shine primly like flakes of white snow. And where the shy violet lifts her wee face To add to the soringtime her fragrance and grace. Yes. April is stitching with fine liquid thread. She’s stitchine the patterns of each flower bed. She’s stitching the bark and the leaves of the trees And every green blade that will sway in the breeze. April’s a seamstress unmatched in her skill. She’s alwavs brought springtime and she always will. She’s a kind little lady who uses her art To make earth a garment that gladdens the heart. —PALMA PULIAFICO FIRST DAY AT BARRE HIGH The day of davs had co.me at last. We’d entered Barre High. But before the day was finished I thought I’d nearlv die ' I wandered through the halls confused Upstairs and down I sped. I entered rooms and rooms again From every one I fled The school bus was late that day. My friends I couldn’t find. 23

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THE SENIOR TRIP It was a warm and beautiful day in May, the fifth of the month, and to add to our happi- ness in loveliness of spring time was the thought of the Senior Trip that day to New York City. Most of us were afraid that we would sleep late and miss the bus, so consequently we all arrived about fifteen minutes ahead of time. An hour crawled slowly by and the waiters finally saw Richard Baker coming slowly across the common. Plying him with questions, we found that the bus had broken down the night before and was going to be two hours late. At eight fifteen the bus appeared and we joyfully set off on our trip to the big city. The trip down was very uninteresting as we thought only of the hour when we would arrive in NYC. And when we did arrive at 3:30 in the afternoon it was 78 in the shade and we were hot and dusty and very cross, so you can imagine our chagrin to find that we had to be ready to go on a tour with Mrs. Rigby at four o’clock. Arriving at the NBC studios we were taken on the tour of the radio and television sets. The building was air-conditioned and our guides were especially good looking, so, all-in-all the tour was very much of a success. After eating our dinner that evening at the hotel (will you ever forget that flounder, Rosie and Angie?) we set out for the St. James Theater to see “Where’s Charlie?” with Ray Bolger. From the first act to the last we enjoyed ourselves immensely. We were especially pleased when Mr. Bolger taught the audience to sing “Once in Love with Amy” while he did a soft shoe dance. This was the theme song for our entire trip a ' ’ the Mennards, and our bus driver can verify. Because we had returned from the theater at eleven, and this seemed such an early hour to go to bed on a holiday, most of us stayed in our rooms and gossiped until 3:00 in the morning. It seemed only a few minutes from the time our heads sank into the pillow that night until a cheerful voice echoed over the telephone, “Good morning, seven-thirty!!!” With many loud groans and moans we tumbled out of bed and finally after much exertion found our way down to breakfast. At nine o’clock we left the hotel for the Rockefeller Center guided tour. This whole tour was interesting from the start in the lobby of the Esso Building to the finish on the Roof of Radio City. Since the day was cloudy we were given tickets and were told to come back to see the view when the skies were clearer. We ate lunch that day in the Downunder Restaurant in Radio City and then we went to see the stage and movie show at the Music Hall. The boys certainly enjoyed the Rockettes. Ask Stanley and Sam. After we left the Music Hall it was still early in the afternoon so we dispersed into groups and some went to the Museum of Natural History where we proceeded to lose Paul Snyder in the Reptile Room and Romeo Salvadore in the Marine Life Room. It was a nice day and Mrs. Rigby, our guide, had showed us how to get to the Central Park Zoo and then over to Fifth Avenue to take the bus home, but somehow in those woods, that we of the country should be so familiar with, we got lost. We ended up at the hotel all right but we had walked the whole distance and we never did find the zoo! We did not eat supper at the hotel that evening because some of us were going to Billy Rose’s Diamond Horse Shoe at eleven for our supper. We met in the lobby at seven Friday night and attended two broadcasts. City Service Band of America conducted by Paul Lavelle and The Sheriff of Kenyon County, the Borax Program. 25