Boston Christian High School - Lantern Yearbook (Cambridge, MA)

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CLASS 1P ROPHlECCY t ing on the common, so we could piclc up a hulletin for the coming weelcs at Park Street. Glancing through it, we found Howard McLaughlin was completing a weelc oi services there, and Bette Foley, missionary to Latin America, was to he guest spealcer the following Sunday night. We decided to talce a jaunt up to Judy Daman Ryder's Boolc Shop. Several of our classmates have achieved honor as authors. Among them is none other than that spelling demon, Clyde Rodgers. His hoolc Detention is Funn is quite a seller with the high-schoolers. Also popu- lar with juveniles is Dr. Eric Ander- son's HVVhat in the Vvorldffn, de- scrihing how to carve pencils artisti- cally during dull classes. Just off the press is George Canteloys promi- sing hoolc, Principles of Punctu- alityu, illustrated hy Charlie Mac- Farlane. We hopped hack into our slcy ship to continue the journey. I was amazed to learn that Fred Christen- sen was a dentist in a coolcie factory. It seems he puts in the fillings. Out in the residential district, we saw Ann Fitzgerald Slclnner and Charlottee Augusta Bethel chewing the rag over the haclc fence. Meow! Soon we spotted the new Hopeless Hospital, erected in the Blue Hills, where some familiar names are on the staff. Barhara Small Rodgers and the former Devvy Lovelady do their share in hindering the patients' recovery. Doctor Rohert Docherty fDoc uDoc l is head of the mad scientific research lahoratory. Right now he is at home recovering from a concoction of the hrain. Realizing that our ship was pre- paring for its final landing. I gath- ered the notes I had collected and prepared to send them to Mr. Kim- hall with the following P.S.: All names used in this article are purely on purpose, and all harm and other detriments accomplished are purely intentionalf' Your humble servant, JOAN Cook

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CLASS PRUPHIEKCY Speeding through Cambridge in the late tall of '75, I stopped tor a glimpse ot the Alma Mater, now located in what was once the Com- mander Hotel. That little outgrown schoolhouse next door serves as cate- teria, with teacher and student loun- ges on the remodeled second and third lloors. Glancing around up- stairs. l recognized several paintings by Reinhart. Then l spotted Leona Babcock, latest secretary ot the school, and she toolc me through the new building purchased by Mr. Kim- ball after he had made his fortune. Principal Marvin Wilson lilies his new quarters very much. So does the former Sandy Goodale, head of the music department. There is a private elevator up to the eighth floor studios tor the benefit ot her ever increasing list of friends and fans who come to see her. Following a delightful visit, we crossed the street to where Cam- bridge Common used to be, and gazed at the sparlcling new Sl,000,- 000 gymnasium. Russell Blood, ath- letic director, beamed as he showed me the plaque on the wall: Donated by the Class of l955. I beamed, too. I couldn't remain on the campus long, though, because Spencer's Space Ship left at noon tor a tour ot Massachusetts. Arlene Nelson was hostess on the ship and pointed out places ot interest as we sped along. Flying lower and slower, we could spot several business establishments. Carl lVlcConchie owns a large office. and Arlene informed me that he's quite the lawyer these days. The former June Metts was once his sec- retary, but she has moved to Canada now, so Connie Robertson has re- placed her. Kay Frangiosa shares an otlice in the same building where she operates a boolclceeping agency. Still in the business district we could see Riclcefs Press. lt loolced like ace reporter Dottie Carter racing out ot the office. tShe must be alter something or someone, very im- portantl Chords bellowing from an organ assured us we were nearing Park Street Church where Reverend Rich- ard Armstrong is pastor. Spencer made a wonderful emergency land-

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Farewell The time has llecl since first we met you Dear Old Christian High. Our luture stretched before us, our hopes were in the slcy. We were not loolcing lar ahead, our thoughts were all in fun, And happily we'd leave the school as each new day was done. But now we're not so carefree, for we see not lar ahead. The day when we'll he leaving you for a career instead. We can't believe that one time we had loolced ahead with glee, For that day we'd always yearned for, the day when we'd he free. Yes, free from where we'd started life. where loyal friends were found, Where we learned what was meant hy strife, and that the world was Free from parties and haslcethall games, free from fun and laughter. Free from many things that we won't find in life hereafter. But now as graduation nears. we try to shrinlc away. For we realize only sadness will he with us on that day. Yes. we'll he free, hut only from the things we've learned to love, And now Our happiness can Colne frorn only God ahove. But we've acquired lcnowledge, and we now must lace the world, Tl1Ht'S heen soiled hy a force which constantly is being hurled, At our country. and at others, and people everywhere. And we're the ones to stop it-before it settles here. So you see, dear Alma Mater. we've a struggle on our hands, If we're to lceep our country unlilce ulron Curtain lands. So even though we say good-hye as tears hum in our eyes, We thanlc you lorpreparing us, for malcing us so wise. With the blessing ol our Father. and the training we have from you. We are sure to malce you proud of us, clear olcl white and lalue. And for you who've guided us along the road of learning, We'Il lceep the lovelight in our hearts forever lmright and burning. FREDERICK CHRISTENSEN 73 round