Burlington High School - Arrowhead Yearbook (Burlington, MA)

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Giles: History by Pauline F. Sloan and Joan Surette Twas a day in September, the year 45, 22 students began their long drive. The Union School teachers had quite a jolt, when their doors our class did unbolt. Our first big thrill was 6th grade graduation, which was, for us, quite an occasion. We entered the high school without any fear, until detention and homework changed our idea. We were the “little seventh graders” to all those above us, and there was Mrs. Hutchings, a mother to all of us. On reaching the ninth grade we started our climb, this first year of high school was really sublime. The 10th was heaven with the Mistletoe Hop, our class was moving and it just couldn’t stop. Juniors at last and raring to go, class rings ordered, everything just so. This was our Prom year, what a delight, everyone was happy that wonderful night. Seniors at last with one more year in this place, we had to keep this wonderful pace. Our Kick-off Hop was the first dance of the season, and was a hit for obvious reason. Our pictures arrived the 12th of December, that was a day for all to remember. The winter flew by and spring was upon us, These last days of High School looked full of promise. The Senior Reception was happy and gay, and took quite a lump out of every boy’s pay. From 22 students our class did expand, Until on graduation night 53 did stand.

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SANDRA JOYCE WYER Sandy Favorite Saying: “Really?” Pet Peeve: People who know everything. Favorite Memory: Gloucester — 56 Favorite Pastime: Playing basketball Secret Ambition: It’s a secret School Activities: Basketball, Fashion Show, Dance Committee The Class of 1957 is grateful to Mr. John E. Fogelberg for his assistance in the publication of our Yearbook.

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hia 1. Fare-well to thee, O Bur-ling-ton, we’ll leave you, ve-ry soon. We’re sorr-y to be part-ing, so sol-emn-ly this June. We'll ne’er for-get these days gone by, those glo-rious days of yore, While oft we sing the prais-es of our school forevermore. CHORUS. 2. But when at last we leave be-hind, thy shel-t’ring por-tals wide, Thy hon-or still we’ll cher-ish, what-e’er may us betide. And when we con-gre-gate a-gain with tune-ful voice and strong, With joy-ful hearts once more we’ll sing this same old glo-rious song. CHORUS. Chorus: Dear High, dear Bur-ling-ton, thy mem-’ries never die. Thy hon-or we’ll cher-ish and laud it to the sky, On ball-field or in life, in peace or dead-ly strife, It’s thee we love, O Bur-ling-ton, it’s thee, our dear old High. Words by Music by James Hornsby John L. Waldman