Bourne High School - Canal Currents Yearbook (Bourne, MA)

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26 junior j rom Moonlight, Music, and Magnolias’ Queen, Sandra Neal and Escort, Thomas Long I N January of 1956, every possible name for a prom was put to a vote. Finally, after much ado. Moonlight, Alusic, and Alagnolias, became tri- umphant. Th e question now, was where do we get magnolias! You guessed it! From January to May, we just made magnolia blossoms. In May we started to turn that empty and hollow auditorium into a magnificent garden. In came bare trees and bushes. Worthless rugs, and old boards More crepe paper than we could carry, and barrel after barrel of dirt. The Freshmen looked on as if we were crazy, but we were determined to make it the best prom ever given at Bourne High School. Thanks to the immeasurable efforts of Miss Holden, Mr. Stahura, Mr. Laughton, and the janitors, we were able to succeed. Every evening for two weeks we assembled, and like busy bees, worked and worked, until we finally created a magnitudinous magnolia garden. On the once bare and unattractive stage, now stood an awe- some tree, laden with pink magnolia blossoms. From the tree was suspended a red velvet swing. Below was a rolling lawn, and bright flower gardens with colorful lights playing upon the whole scene. Op- posite the stage, on the other side of the auditorium, stood the porch of a southern mansion. The pillars were entwined with flowing ivy, and fragrant flowers. In front of the porch was a moon-shaped garden, fraught wuth flowers of every color in the rainbow. From the ceiling flowed entwining ribbons of as- sorted blue hues. And around this magnificent garden was a stone wall, paralleling a dozen pink and white magnolia trees. Crowning this panorama was a wishing well w ' hich stood in the center of the garden, with ivy growing from its wooden roof. At eight o’cock on May the eighteenth, 1956, this colossal garden came to life, with the mellow music of Con Coppi’s orchestra. The dance floor was graced with ladies in ex- quisite gowns, and gentlemen resplendent in tux and tie.” After an evening of dance, talk, and laughter, came the climax, the crowning of the queen. Sandra Neal, escorted by Thomas Long, took the honors. She was then photographed on the velvet swing. So after everyone had enjoyed the Moonlight, the Music, and the Magnolias, like all wonderful evenings, it faded away into morning, but left be- hind wonderful memories of an unforgetable Junior Prom.

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25 secretary; and Sandra Neal, treasurer. This year our football team starred many juniors. Bob Cushing, Ed” Wordeli, Phil Doucette, Bob Pola, and Pete Cardoza all had starting positions. Pete” Cardoza also starred on our basketball team which went on to win the Class D State Championship. Pete and Bob Cushing starred in baseball. Our Junior year also saw several of our classmates admitted into the National Honor Society. Bob Cushing. Phil Doucette, Carol Dainty, Sandra Neal, Mary MacLeod, and Faith Luttman-Johnson were the lucky ones. The big spectacular of the year was our Junior Prom. The big southern plantation with its many gardens and magnolia trees conveyed the theme of Moonlight, Music, and Magnolias. Sandra Neal, our class treasurer, was chosen as Prom queen. As September rolled around again, we were excited at finally becoming Seniors. We en- tered our huge” home rooms with pride and crossed fingers and were greeted with a big smile from Mr. Butler, our class advisor. The first thing we did was elect new officers. Peter Cardoza was elected president; Robert Nealon, vice president; and the old faithfuls Lois, secre- tary, and Sandra, treasurer. The football season started with the seniors really shining. Bob Cushing and Pete Cardoza were elected co-captains. Philip Doucette, Robert Pola, Robert Nealon, Kevin Fielding and John Alden helped to carry the team through a good season. Basketball followed with two seniors on the court, Pete Cardoza and John Alden. The boys on our baseball team included Pete Cardoza, Bob Cushing, Chris Gaffney, Roy Weston and John Alden. Tw ' o members of our class were honored during our Senior Year. They w ' ere Robert Cushing, who was elected Bourne High ' s rep- resentative to Student Government Day, and Faith Luttman-Johnson, who was chosen as our school ' s good citizen representative to the an- nual convention of the Daughters of the Amer- ican Revolution. Of course we all worked hard on food sales and other things so that we could go to Wash- ington. On April 11, we left Buzzards Bay for a week full of memories. On May 3, after a postponement and many, many weeks of rehearsal, we staged the Senior Class Play, Curtain Going Up. With the play over and graduation nearing, there was excitement and expectation every- where in the Senior Class. Class parts were: R. Cushing, Valedictory; S. Neal, Salutatory; M. MacLeod, Class Will; F. Luttman-Johnson and L. Cooper, Class Prophesy; L. Philbrick, Class History; P. Doucette and E. Tassinari, Class Gifts; C. Dainty, Class Ode; N. Wheeler, G. Mallinson and M. Towne, Last Assembly. Now it’s almost over. The four years are fading into memories. But memories which we will never forget. ill « M l Bn ' 1 if i « ■ |

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O N April 11, 28 exuberant Bourne High Seniors, clad in the finest of Easter accoutrements, began the 1957 class trip. At 7:00 a.m. the bus, fraught with baggage, screaming seniors, and two (beginning-to-worry) chaperones, pulled out of Buzzards Bay. All of the seniors were equipped with cameras, new luggage, and more money than they had ever seen in one pile before. The chaperones, Reverend and Mrs. Littlewood, began at once making friends and discussing the things we were to see. When we reached Providence, R. I., we all boarded a train that was to send us straight into New York. A few of us enjoyed a second breakfast on the train. Three hours later we arrived at Grand Central Station, and all those who brought more than one suitcase began to regret it. With (200) of the (450) miles behind us, we climbed aboard a Rolo Bus outside the station. Nor- man was the bus driver and Mr. Smiley” Kelley was the Green Tour representative. In a few minutes we were underway crossing 5th Ave., 42nd St., and through the Lincoln Tunnel. On the other side of the Hudson River, we had a magnificent view of the New York skyline. A few minutes elapsed and we were on the New Jersey Turnpike, and the beginning of the long road to Washington. Finally, eleven and one half hours after we left Buzzards Bay, we arrived in Washington, D. C., at the Congressional Hotel. Here (28) exhausted sen- iors and ( 2 ) chaperones crawded out of the bus, to see the city they had heard so much about. For the following four days we toured through and around Washington, seeing such things as the Arlington Cemetery with the impressive changing of the guard, also historic Mount Vernon, and the Jefferson Memorial. We went to the Archives Build- ing, the Supreme Court, the Smithsonian Museum, plus a tour through the Capital. One evening we went to the Washington and Fincoln Memorials. In the afternoon we went out to Annapolis and saw John Paul Jones Crypt”. The Franciscan Monastery, the Bureau of Print- ing and Engraving, and the Congressional Fibrary were all nice, but we felt more at home at the Na- tional Zoological Park. On Monday morning, we said good-bye to all our friends and especially the Indiana group, and moved on toward Virginia where we saw the unfor- gettable Endless Caverns. On the following day we pushed on toward York, Penn, where we stayed at the Yorktowne Hotel. Here we saw the famous Get- tysburg battle grounds. On Wednesday morning we proceeded to New York and the Piccidilly Hotel. While here we saw Radio City Music Hall as well as the Xaviar Cugat Show and the Masquerade Party. On Thursday morning a tired bunch of seniors, stuffed towels and ash trays into their suitcases, and left from Grand Central Station to Providence. At the Providence Station we were met by the school bus and arrived in Buzzards Bay, tired but happy.