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

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HIS HONOR. MAYOR BHIFNTON Chats witll Vllilliam DllKlll4'Ilt about luis speech lwforf- the llrulmlvnls uf Den1m'1'ar'y Class SffRl'TlNlZlNll AN lflfRASlAN NAI' are Constance Ledgvr. lrr-ne Yr-kshin. William Fommeriield, anrl james Reinlmlrl. 23

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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.

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THE SCIENCE TEACHERS E. C. Qlivcr. f are Miss Emma Baltis, Mr. James T. U'Dunnell, Miss Eilccn Fitzgerald, Mr. H W' 'tl I.yncl1. and Mr. Alt-ph G' 'Hot diggity dog diggity, boom . . .' - Whoops, sorry lVIr. Lynch? Hperfectly all right, fat-head, muttered the chairman of the Science Department, as he headed into 3211-. Perhaps he was a bit startled at seeing a kerry blue in the ancient and dignified halls of C.H.S.g so I skipped after him and pre- sumed to introduce myself. After a few minutes of small talk with lVIr. Lynch, I followed my nose, and led by the horrible odor issuing from 321, I entered to find Mr. Oliver busily concocting a smok- ing potion in the chemistry lab. lVIuch as I enjoyed SCIENCE 24 conversing with lVIr. Oliver, I retreated rather hasti- ly and entered room 318 gasping for air. Miss Fitzgerald was most solicitious about my health, and offered to share her lunch of yogurt with me. I declined this honor, however, and chatted with Miss Battis. Then after waving hello to lVIr. O'Donnell, as he hurried by with an armload of papers to be corrected. I traipsed down the hall thinking that Classical certainly is fortunate in having such un- usual science teachers.