Barre High School - Barretone Yearbook (Barre, MA)

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EDITORIALS Now on the eve of gradu- ation as we look back on the four years, little did we think that the years would be so quick in passing, four full happy years. We entered Barre High School as frightened, bewildered freshmen and thought the time would never come when we would be as confident and poised as the upper classmen. Time brought our senior year all too soon and with it the sophisti- cation we so envied in the seniors of proceeding years. In our youth, time means little to us. We throw it away as casually as we brush a fly away, but as we grow older, time and again we are brought face to face with the undeniable fact that time is wealth in an invisible form and we should make the most of it. In years to come, when we think back to the happy time here at Barre High, we will immediately think of the valuable friendships we made among the students and teachers and remember too all that Barre High has done for us. As seniors, we realize in many instances the time we have wasted that could have been used to good advantage, and regret the fact that we wasted it so foolishly, and perhaps many of us inwardly resolve that time from here on out will be like a priceless possession, that once lost can never be regained. The pleasant years we have spent in Barre High will long be remembered by the Class of 1951. Patricia Stevenson The hope of the world lies in the youth of today, who stand on the brink of the unknown future, just as Columbus did when he groped his way through the uncharted seas. In normal times, gradua- tion is a goal which, once attained, frees us to follow our own pursuits. World conditions today make this impossible. Unrest, confusion and law- lessness stalk the weary earth today. The forces of communism threaten our stronghold of democracy, and the weakening of our moral fiber bores like a termite from within. Unsettled time make young people reluctant to plan ahead. They tend to adopt a What does it matter attitude. The general public seems to be indif- ferent to world ills. When they do rouse themselves, it is only to criticize their leaders, or to say, What can I do; I am just one person? Just look back upon the history of our country, or of the world. Every era had its problems. Since the beginning of time, the plagues, wars, and depressions were obstacles to the happiness of former generations. We must accept the challenge of these troubled times, and rise above the confusion with renewed hope and courage to face our future unafraid. We must work to bring out the wonderful possi- bilities of scientific discoveries and new inventions for the good of all mankind. Judith Sample

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CLASS SOjNG (MELODY: MAKE BELIEVE) Once we made believe in dreaming Of a wonder-world built neath a star. Dancing there Nought a care marred the gleaming Of that night Such delight yet how far Must our dream await fulfilling Just a few short years.... one maybe two Now the dawn Of our day has us thrilling To a make believe come true. No more make-believe. . .it s ending In our Senior Year fashioning anew Springtime song Come along... this pretending Yields romance Take a chance. .. .meant for you Is this day of days a blending Of our sweetest dreams come into view Father time In his climb sees us wending Through a make-believe that’s true. Carol Rice Always before when Spring starts its contortions I have felt happy, sleepy and glad. For Spring is the season for all these emotions, But this year I’m a senior and sad Yes, this year I’m a senior and older This is the year ’tis said is best I am now more mature, smarter, and bolder — No matter, I’m leary of leaving this nest. This nest that has for four years been The place where most of the day I spent Where troubles and gladness walk out and in This is the high school where I once went. As our class leaves the school this year I’ll remember with sadness the last spring here.