Berlin High School - Lamp Yearbook (Berlin, CT)

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CLASS PROPHECY i NARRATOR: This sketch is entitled Berlin 57.’’ The first scene reveals an ordinary school day. It is June 1957, just at the beginning of a first period class. The Physics Lab is on the left of the stage and the English room is ' on the right. In the English class some seniors are presenting their version of Shakespeare’s Midsummer Night’s Dream. Celia Kalencik, our director, is speaking to the cast. Let’s listen: CELIA KALENCIK: Imagine this classroom as Yu- kon Territory. Lying outside her igloo is Frances Thibault, Queen of the Yukon, who is under a magic spell. When she awakens, she will fall in love with the first living thing she sees, be it man or beast. Ronald Stack, King of the Yukon, has planned that the Queen see Bottom, Raymond Aldrich. Ray is unaware that our King has placed a caribou hide over him. RAY (Singing) : The ostrich, who is brown of hue, Has useless flapy wings; The camel has his humps so true, The buzzing bee his stings. FRANCES: What angel awakens me from my sleep? RAY: The beaver, squirrel, and rat Are much inclined to gnaw; The parakeet, and cat Are much inclined to claw. FRANCES: I’m in love with you. Take me away on your dog sled. RAY : As soon as I call my trusty, husky, Rover. BooooooooooooooooooM ! ! ! NARRATOR: What exploded? What’s the mean- ing of this disturbance? PROFESSOR NOBLE (in physics lab): Wir haben success mit chemicals. NARRATOR: What do you mean? PROFESSOR MAIER: Wir machen disappearen powder, und it disappeared. (Laughs madly) NARRATOR: What ' s so funny about that? PROF. MAIER: Und mit jt go das faculty, Gordon Davischmidt, Douglas Chasebachen, Robert House- macher, und yet even, Donald Yale. NARRATOR: I’m sorry this has happened. I’m afraid I chose an extraordinary day at Berlin High School. I think, now, you would like to know a little more about our class — kind of historical account, you might say. I’ve asked Professor Cichowski of our class to sketch in a few details for you. Is the professor here? Professor Cichowski is a member of the Future Atom Splitters of America ... a future holder of the Nobel Peace Prize, and a future research worker on the moons of Mars. At present he is concentrating on . . . nothing. PROF. CICHOWSKI: Hmmm ... let me see . . . as I evoke memories of the past four years I re call ... we had a great class . . . too much studying ... so many nice kids . . . too much studying . . . such wonderful parties . . . too much studying. More I do not remember. NARRATOR: Well, thank you very much, Professor. PROF. CICHOWSKI: Not at all, sir, not at all. NARRATOR: Well, here come some of the senior girls — Nancy Ramy, Brenda Ziel, and Joan Woods, burdened down with last minute work. And there’s our class secretary, Judy Bolles. Per- haps she can tell us something about the social life of our group. Judy? Judy? JUDY? JUDY: I don’t know if I’m coming or going! I’ve so much to do. NARRATOR: Well, I guess that’s all we’re going to see of Judy! Now is there anyone in the aud- ience who would like to ask anything about this class ? MELANIE BORGO: (From the back of the auditor- ium) Mr. Narrator, is there anyone in our class who might become the President of the United States ? NARRATOR: Could be. I know that Linda Vreden- burgh and Elaine Mongillo are going to be teach- ers; I guess that leaves them out. Lenny Matyka always had a way with the women; maybe he has a chance. (Bell rings) It’s 2:45 and the school day is over. The Seniors are certainly in a rush to get to their marching practice. Whew!! 19

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CLASS HISTORY FRESHMEN The doors of the brand new high school opened and guess who arrived? Why it’s the class of ' 57! Who else? We were definitely welcomed by the all glorious seniors who let us know just how pleased they were to see us. The frosh had finally arrived to carry their books in peach baskets, and perform jigs upon request. The seniors probably thought they could wear us down with their antics, but, of course, we survived. The final touch to that hap-hazard week was the traditional Freshmen Reception given by the seniors. By the way, weren’t we the young Frosh who brought a nice bundle of en- thusiasm into the new school? Remember our first adventure, kids? It was our thank you dance for the Seniors. Stag or drag, Fight or fall, Bring your Gal to the Frosh Brawl.” Everything went well, and it turned out to be a real success. That year the little Freshmen surprised everyone by taking second place in the Magazine Drive. SOPHOMORES Our sophomore year rolled around pretty fast. By now we were old hands at such things as the Magazine Drive; and proceeded to take first place this year. Good group, that class of ’57. At the same time, we were in the midst of a rumpus trying to change the dance style at B.H.S. The question was: Shall it be modern or square?” The smoother dance style won. We proved our point when we presented Moods In Music,” a tremendous success. JUNIORS Our Junior year had its successes too. That year we presented the Junior Prom, entitled Stairway to the Stars.” The event was held in the cafeteria which was beautifully decorated in shades of blue and white. The King and Queen of the Prom distributed the long-awaited class rings to the Juniors. SENIORS Here we are Seniors ! This year we initiated the freshmen who were a terrific bunch of sports. We’re sure they had as much fun doing the stunts, as we had issuing them. In the fall we were busy collecting past dues and feverishly trying to raise money for a very expensive year. We came upon the idea of selling Christmas cards and wrappings; which netted us a tidy sum of money. The spring season came upon us very quickly. It found us in the midst of planning our Senior Play, Senior Ball and the annual banquet. As we walk down the aisle to the strains of Pomp and Circumstance,” memories of our high school years flash back in our minds. We remember the hard work, as well as all the fun ; and yet, we know that graduation is not the end, but merely the beginning of another chapter in our lives. 18

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II Graduation Day. The entire Senior Class is seated on the stage. The stage is dark. Students have just received awards. A few of the class members have come forward to receive honors. Many have re- mained seated. NARRATOR: I wonder if awards really represent the best measure of determining an individual’s worth. Are awards deserving of the emphasis that most people place on them? I wonder how the class members feel. Here come Barbara Labieniec and Alan Dickinson — let’s ask them. (To Bar- bara) Barbara, because you and Alan are fine representatives of the Senior Class, I’d like to ask you for your opinion on a very controversial topic. How do you feel about the presentation of awards ? Don’t you feel that many worthy students are often forgotten? BARBARA: Yes, I fully agree with you. I know of many people who would be more deserving of awards than I, if awards were based on disposition and personality. Unfortunately they aren’t. NARRATOR: Alan, how do you feel? ALAN: Well, I believe that an award is a fine thing. If a person works hard and does well, I believe he should receive some token of apprecia- tion. His accomplishments should be recognized. But I also agree with you that many people deserve recognition in fields that don’t offer awards. In our class, there are many kind and unselfish people whom I will never forget, not because they re- ceived awards, but because they possess admirable traits of character. NARRATOR: Very nicely said, Alan. I’m glad to see that both of you agree that awards are not as important as people sometimes think they are. ' I’m sure that many agree with you. III NARRATOR: The third scene takes place in 1967 — ten years after graduation. Along the street are such buildings as the town hall, the library, a church, a grocery store, and at the end of the street, the town bank. We have asked our former classmates to return to our town and take places corresponding to positions which they actually hold. The narrator strolls down the street glancing at buildings and into store windows. A young man approaches the narrator. As he draws nearer we recognize Vic Lavender. NARRATOR: Vic, what are you doing now? VIC: Well, let me see. I’ve been the town judge here for almost eight years. You know these juve- nile delinquents are really getting to be a problem in our town, but I have a great deal of help from Officers Bandarutis and Andros. NARRATOR: Well, Vic, I’m sure you will be able to handle any problems that come your way. By the way, the reunion starts in about a half hour. Narrator continues down street — passes library — turns back and goes into the building. Seated at the desk is Barbara Muchkor and she is talking to a gentleman. The gentleman turns and faces narrator. NARRATOR: Hello, Mr. Tyburski. Are you still collecting research for your conservation project? TOMMY: As a matter of fact I am. I’ve just come to the conclusion that horse manure is the best fertilizer a farmer can get and would produce much better products if it were used universally. NARRATOR: I’m sure that has taken much study and observation on your part. You’re coming to the reunion aren’t you? TOMMY: Yes, I’ll be there in about 15 minutes. I have a little work to finish up. NARRATOR: Fine, see you there. (Leaves building and walks to the end of the street as far as the bank. He stops when he sees a girl dressed in furs come out of the bank). NARRATOR: If it isn ' t Claire Begin. I wondered if you’d be able to come back for our reunion. CLAIRE: Well, Ah made arrangements to postpone my personal appearances for the benefit of my dear ’ole classmates. NARRATOR: We are very glad that you could make it. By the way, have you seen our former class president Ronny Zucchi? I want to ask him to conduct the reunion and maybe give a short speech. CLAIRE: Why yas, Ah have. Ah just left him in the bank. He is taking his place here as bank presi- dent. Didn ' t you know? NARRATOR: No I didn’t, but thank you for tell- ing me. (Narrator goes into the bank) Ronny, how good to see you again. I see you have become prosperous in the past ten years. RONNY : Yes, I have had a lot of good luck. Well, 20