Classical High School - Blue and White Yearbook (Springfield, MA)

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THE MYSTFRIFS OF THE CIRAPII nlaillml by Mr. ,lzlnles 07134111114-ll tu Rosalind Rmlin and Marvin Sllur. A PARAIBOIA intriguvs Faith Knalw, Autllallasia Dakes, and Roy Wright. 21

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THE MA'l HEMA'l'ICS 'I'EACllliHS are Row I: Miss Dorothy Parkman. Nliss Edna Marston, Mrs, I-It-len Flanagang How 2: Mr. ,Iamcs O'Donnell. Mr. Leland Smith. Mr. Armen Jermakian. MATHEMATICS Alter several torturous hours of trying to make my budget balance, l decided to seek assistance from Mr. Smith of the math department. With a few deft strokes of his pencil Mr. Smith totaled all my columns and settled my accounts. Then and there I decided that I must take one of the excellent math courses offered at Classical. Since I was anxious to meet the other fill'llllQy memhers of the department, I took a whirlwind tour. meeting Mrs. Flanagan, Miss Marston, Miss Parkinan, Mr. jermakian, and Mr. Oillonnell. Mrs. Flanagan was buried deep in tho midst of a cookhook, look- ing for a new and tempting recipe. Not Wishing to disturb her. I tiptoed quietly out. In the hall, I met Miss Marston, who was busily rushing to a Red Cross meeting. I quickly jumped out of her way and trotted into Mr. lermakianis room. I-Ie was thumbing through piles of envelopes, look- ing for different types of stamps. After talking with him about stamps and sports. I hriskly seampered out of his room and down the hall. As I skipped along, who should I see hut Mr. Oillonnell, armed with camera and film. He mentioned that after school he was planning to take some candid shots of Springheld. l hurried away. thinking what interesting teachers there are at Classical.

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THE HISTORY TEACHERS are Ur. George Hargreaves, Nlr. Nlilton tforhin, Nlr. llayid llrown. and Nlr, llonalnl tianipln-II, Av a A HISTORY Une day' in my' small, hut eoniliortahle. dogg- house, the telephone rang shrilly. Startled. l an- swered quiekly. A strange yoiee said. 'Tor a prize of SEISUO ean you tell me the name of the president of the Confederacy? Very' sadly l replied, 'Tm sorry. l don't know . Determined not to lose an- other such opportunity' lveeause of my' lat-k ol knowledge, I marehed straight into Mr. l3row'n's room. With a very startled look, perhaps. heeause he was unaeeustomed to talking with sueh a lovely' kerry' blue, he agreed to let me enter the eourse in American History, for he was mueh aggriex ed with my ignorance. My interest in history' awakened. l trotted out of the rooni to see lVlr, Hargreaves. lVlr. liar freayes and l had a faseinatine diseussion alvout 5- :- the use of visual aids in teaehingg. alter whieh l eontinued my travels. Seeing a young man with a shiny silver hadge on his helt, l followed him to Nlr. Campliellis lair. more eommonly known as the headquarters ofthe Boys' Patrol. 'llhere l listened in on a sprightly diseussion of European History. .Nt the invitation of one of the students, I proeeeded to a meeting of l.ll.C. Here l found another IIICIII- her of the history' department. Nlr. Corbin. I was greatly impressed with Mr. tiorlvinls interest in world affairs and in young people. Later. lmaek at my doghouse. l resolyed to eontinue to diseorer more ahout history.