Bishop Feehan High School - Flashback Yearbook (Attleboro, MA)

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Turning a table leg on the lathe, Clinton Oxley learns that precision is the name of the game. Sawing a piece of wood into precise halves, Craig Hodnett concentrates in shop while Kathleen Holmes waits her turn at the machine. Bzzzzzz! David Fredette trims a laque with a jigsa im hi fingetsat the same ime: peo jigsaw, careful not to trim his “This is an exacting task, but | do it with pleasure.'’ Mr. Fortin, a dedicated man, combines excitement and education in his shop classes for boys and girls. 25

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24 age: ‘| made it with Tabasco Sauce and sugar,’’ declares Marc Cummins proudly as Donna Martel, Mrs. Schensnol, and Linda Curtis look on in wonder. Homemaking — Wood to Food Shop and Home Economics are two courses which transform crude materials of wood and cloth into finished handicraft articles, tables, and dresses. These young apprentices eagerly focus their attention on Mr. Fortin, their instructor, as he explains the care that is to be taken in using tools. Rough, knotty bark is slowly fashioned into bookends or elaborate tables. ‘‘Ouch, my finger!’’ wailed a stu- dent. ’ ‘‘You’re supposed to hammer the nail, not your finger,’’ retorted a witty classmate. The aroma of yummy chocolate chip cookies, the dull humming of the sewing machines and clicking knitting needles are familiar smells, sounds, and sights of the Home Economics room. Practice and the- ory blend, as labs are preceded by courses in Home Management, dietary values of food, cooking for large and small scale consumption. Mrs. Schensnol, the head chef, primes her gourmet cooks into becoming Betty Crockers of tomorrow. ‘Are you sure you can frost cupcakes with plain Crisco?” Preparing a luscious snack, Raymond Naughton and laughs Lora Pellegrini as Judy Direnzo assists. Eileen Ashe get down to some serious baking.

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Bang! The gun has sounded. Balloons bursting. . . Energy thrusts forth. Every ounce of energy bursts from within. Blisters, before-the-game- butterflies, sliding into home. We have begun. Striving. Super marathons, sore muscles, football films, batting practice, jumping for the rebound. “Six miles? You're crazy!” ‘And no shortcuts!”’ ‘‘Hey! Remember that time we filled his sneakers with water?”’ Catching the long bomb and pushing your way through to the endzone. The pressure. Game tied 75-75. Winning shot made with perfect aim and agility. Striving. Last lap, thinking, ‘‘My legs feel like spaghetti. | hope | don’t collapse.”’ But, something inside pushes, surge of new energy blasts, now faster towards the finish line. Each muscle strained to the utmost. Striving. Every ounce of energy, effort, determination is set free. Everyone learns to win, lose, compete and mostly to strive in Feehan’s festival, seventy-seven. Smashing a forehand, Vincent Germani strives to hit the ball on-the baseline, past his opponent. 26