Barre High School - Barretone Yearbook (Barre, MA)

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BRADFORD BACHRACH One of the most precious treasures we shall keep and cherish from our high school days will be the golden memory of a warm, vivacious personality that of Miss Barbara McSherry devoted teacher, sympathetic counsellor. Inspiring example, and true friend, to whom we respectfully dedicate this year s Barretone . We will remember always her unstinted service to us and to Barre; and with profound sincerity we wish for her. In her new estate as Mrs. Robert Egan, all of the happiness that life can offer.

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STANDING WITH UNCERTAIN FEET WHERE THE BROOK AND RIVER MEET If we were to compare life to a scenic panorama of Nature we could say that the light which first heralded our dawn shone through the eyes of our loving parents. Having once left the familial nest, we fledglings entered the first phase of our educational life. Grade school introduced many exciting new concepts — the printed page leaped to life before our eager eyes. We met new friends and learned to play with them as team-mates and competitors. Then, our first graduation exercises, a high point in our adolescent lives, occurred in 1952. We now progressed a step further and entered Barre High as naive Freshmen. Like the brook, our path was contorted and obstructed, yet heedless of these barriers we established an indomitable record academically, financially and socially. Now, as the brook reaching the river, we face another graduation this time with no guarding hand but merely a guiding word. Having reached the river we find more hidden currents and treacherous training, we know at last where to walk. JENNIE M. CELONA NOW THAT WE’VE FINISHED Now, that our days at Barre High Have ended, and we must say good-by; Think back over those four exciting years. When first we laughed, and then shed tears. Remember when we were freshmen at first. Glowing with pride through the doorway we burst. We thought that the school we would soon overtake. But found upperclassmen there in our wake. As sophomores we advanced a little more. And thought of the years for us in store; Next year as juniors we would almost be there. And thinking of college for which we’d prepare. The third year, and thoughts of the prom were bright. We all made ready for that wonderful night. By the end of the year we stopped fooling around. And stood, our feet more firmly in the ground. Our senior year had come at last. Though now we say it came too fast. We thought of the many good times that we had. Now leaving the school, we are not so glad. DOUGLAS BRYANT

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