Burlington High School - Arrowhead Yearbook (Burlington, MA)

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Class History On a chilly September morning, a group of small children anxiously entered a very large building, namely the Union School Most of us studied and worked here for six consecutive years and believed that no experience could be so grand as that of gaining an education. It was in the grammar school that we became familiar with school functions, teachers, difficult assignments, and our well- earned recesses. After a valiant struggle, our class was graduated from the sixth grade and progressed to the junior high school where we were relegated to the ignominious position of “Little Seventh Graders”. Fortunately, confusion resulting from locker combinations, new teachers, and detention hall had assailed us so that we didn’t have time to fight against the humiliating title. In spite of our terror and our uncomfortable feeling of unimportance, however, we discovered ourselves entitled to a few privileges, such as our annual outing to Canobie Lake, a fact which soothed our wounded feelings a trifle. Those pupils who stood up under the hard final exams were then promoted to the eighth grade feeling we had advanced in height, knowledge, and prestige. In the ninth grade we attained the peak of junior high glory, as the first class to have graduation pictures taken. In addition to this, we were honored with an informal grad- uation in the presence of the school faculty and students and thus “floated’’ into senior high,on a sea of self-satisfaction. When sophomores, we were greeted with a smile by Miss De- laney, as she prepared to help us with many undertakings including our first dance which was an overwhelming success. A big occasion in our junior year was our long awaited Junior Prom. What a delightful and exciting time we had with our com- plicated decorations, our choosing of the best orchestra, and other details. Class rings marked another milestone in our lives and we select- ed one satisfactory to everyone after a careful examination of the many different sizes, shapes, and colors. The twelfth grade was, as usual, a confusing and important year and our class received its share of excitement. All of us were scur- rying to have graduation pictures taken, studying our hardest, and feeling quite happy because we didn't have to cope with any more final exams. The yearbook was a delightful task in which we all enjoyed taking part. Of course, the whole class spent the year looking forward to both the senior reception and graduation. As we now come to the end of our high school days, we think back on all the wonderful times we have had and then look hope- fully to the future. May it hold for us as much happiness as has been our share in the past twelve years. Jean Nelson

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Class Poem As our parting day approaches We prepare to meet alone All the joys and all the sorrows Of a future still unknown. We cannot falter from our path As long as we revere Ourselves, our country, and our God; All things which we hold dear. But our life to come won't daunt us If we face it without fear Curving roads will always straighten If ourfaith stays strong and clear. Mary Abreu. Class Song ‘Tis our graduation; now it's time to part Mem ‘ries of our school days, linger in each heart. What the years will offer, no one here can say, But we'll face them bravely, praying every day. Now our youth is finished, carefree hours will cease, As we join the effort toward a lasting peace. We shall place our future in God's guiding hands, Sure we'll be protected on life’s shifting sands. Donald Foley COZ OWS

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