Burke High School - Silver Lamp Yearbook (Dorchester, MA)

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S 'Emo li . i ' 3 Xu! I 0 ii'l ll n-H :I 'MM .Lils f ff . hr . ,- , Y .os-A Passing Parade Listen, my children, and you shall hear About the class of the victory year: I As freshmen we were young and green With skirts so short our knees were seen, Pigtails hanging, ribbons bright, Faces radiating light. We were awed by such a school , And shyly tried to keep the rule. Dazed and timid, not so bold, We feared the years soon to unfold. A maze of stairways met our eyes. There was no pool of any size! Nurse Casey came to soothe our ills And help the girls in need of pills. And many girls with work undone To miss a test to her room has rung Then to skip her hour of trial Has sat in there, quite ill awhile. Because the school of teachers had need, Appeared Messrs. Taylor, O'Keefe, and Reid. English, Latin, History, they taughrg From them we tried to learn a lot. The Christmas program and Scholarship play Brightened up our joyous way. When Valentines Day had rolled around, The snow was piled upon the ground. U :Sp 1' 0 f . l H I: , ,N Y is as W J iv 0 , ' Page iffy-five

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Advisory Boo rd Mildred S. Jewett, Genevieve S. Chludzinski, Frances M. Myers, Norma T. Boyden page ffty-four

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an-ax if Nh yi B Z li page fifty-six The brave among us ventured outg The others stayed at home in doubt. Spring arrived in spite of allg The buds came out, the grass grew tall. Vacation time came round the bend, And so our first year reached an end. II From pea-green freshmen we arose. Each silly soph with shiny nose. Through corridors you'd see us roam, Clutching lipstick, powder, and comb. We then fell heir to penny milk To make our skin as smooth as silk. December seventh, forty-one, Came the war with the Rising Sun. To the Assembly Hall we did Hock To gather for the Presidents grave talk. And when we heard the declaration, We knew that war had touched our nation. Buy Stamps and Bonds became our cryg We either do, or else they die. Air raid drills became routine, Against glass doors we could not lean. When the bells began their jangling, To halls we dashed with pillows dangling. We knitted squares with busy hands To comfort those in war-torn lands. Springtime brought the Scholarship Play. Lady of Letters was the talk of May. The month of June arrived at lastg Our Sophomore year was a thing of the past. III High and mighty juniors, we, Swinging our third locker key. Sophistication we thought was ours, As we whiled away the long school hours. The strife was foremost in our mindsg We did war work of different kinds. We all Wanted to give our bit, Some of us sewed, some did knit. Stamps and bonds we still were buying To keep the Minute Man Flag a-flying. We gathered keys in a glass jar, And books were sent to boys afar. To the ship Barton we made a gift To supply the sailors with a musical lift. Our gym became a G. I. hour, To make us strong and give us power. Rationing brought us a vacation While teachers helped to serve the nation. Some of our faculty joined the armed forces- A loss, indeed, to several courses. For the Scholarship Fund, an amateur show Was staged by our council, and we all did go. When Christmas spirit reached its height, Our hearts were gay, our steps were light. Q v at fl 'S' Mfr T 1: ff . if ff Qi