Classical High School - Classic Myths Yearbook (Worcester, MA)

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Hl 'l'llllY CONTINUED FROM PAGE ll tion? Ruth Hodes and a certain Miss X missed the bus! A few weeks later under the leadership of Mr. Tisdell, we boarded a bus for Mr. Weed's farm. While a group of us were getting lost between the lake and the alfalfa fields, Tom McGowan gathered up enough courage to crawl under a supposedly electrified fence and made friends with a little black lamb. Covered with mud, we started for home almost to lose Tom at a roadside stand that specialized in frozen custard. Our honor was restored in the Variety Show by the dancing talents of Carolyn Sarosick, Elaine Epstein, and Roberta Maki, while scholastic honors went to Jeanne Heon, Beverly Israel, Elaine Garabedian, and Susanne Salomon, who added their names to the E list. The year was 1952. A general had been replaced in Korea. We civilians expounded our theories on what should have been done and turned anxious eyes to the field of battle. Fervently we prayed for peace, and then we forgot the world for a moment to do our best to act out the roles of upper classmen. Now we were seasoned veterans, and it was the first for many thingsi Ann Coghlin was the first vice-president of the newly formed Girls' Varsity Club, which boasted of Classical's finest women athletes. We had our first election and Ted Wynne was our first president, Ann Kelly, vice-president, Ann Coghlin, secretary, and Bernard McKernan, our treasurer. Spurred on by their leadeship and Harold Marcus's unforgettable words, Do you have a date yet? The dance is only four months away , we made our Junior Prom the highlight of the year with Mr. Daly dancing with those lucky iunior girls. Honors were ours as the Choralettes went to Springfield for the All-State Chorus, Ted won the Harvard Book Prize, Catherine Herlihy won the Aletheia Club Award, and Mary Sinnott, Jacqueline Taft, Burton Mindick, and Barbara Wilensky became Horace Mann students. It was that year that Bob Paige began shouldering his way across the football field to fame. We formed a chorus around him and sang, l'll Never Stand in Your Way . Nor can we forget that Variety Show. Judy Cotton and Nancy Dwyer kept us laughing as they sang Doing What Comes Naturally complete, or shall we say incomplete, with costume. Bob Goldsmith immortalized Big Steve who, Somewhere, sometime, somehow, would be someone, somewhere, sometime, somehow , and whose life became a part of ours for six months to come. June l953. The year was coming to a successful close. We had a new President who promised us peace and we felt secure in our hope. Then, on June ninth, came the tragedy. Whenever we think of that terrible tornado, however, we have to think of the scores of our classmates who unhesitantly stretched out their hands and hearts to help wherever they could. Marsha Shulman and Glory Kramer worked at the Red Cross, Phyllis Greene and Rachael Seder worked at the hospitals, Harold Marcus, Tom Sabin, Ted Wynne, Stuart Smith, and Jack Berg were in the disaster areas, while John Fitzpatrick and Tony Navickas were with the National Guard. We had reason to be proud. CONTINUED ON PAGE 37

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H1 101111 cllss F1954 by Judith A. Chasen, Historian The month was September, the year 1950. Five short years had passed and the peace which had been ours was gone again. We were at war, and sadly we watched our boys leave their youth and homes behind to fight for an ideal. We on the other side of the world were making a transition, too. The Class of 1954 was what the man had called us. We received some final admonitions not to wait for the elevator and started up the stairs. Our history began. The first school event to draw our timid interest was the Varsity-Faculty game, where Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer was Mr. Butler and the Mad Russian, Mr. Gervais. December gave us Jack Berg in his immortal role of Bob Cratchit at our first Festival of Lights, February, Mary Kay Sinnott at the piano and Nancy Savat at the flute in the concert, and April, the baseball nine with a Freshman, named Bernard McKernan, playing second base. Our bid to fame reached out into the scholastic field as the names of Marilyn Reidy, Dianne Condon, Nancy Dwyer, Carol Cannon, and Sandra Willson were at the top of the E list. A year had passed-September 1951. They had told us it was only police action, but the cessation of hostilities in Korea did not loom as probable in the near future. With heavy hearts we turned away from world events and concentrated on our sophomore year. Mr. McKinley called us wise fools and we immediately set out to prove it. Mr. Powers dealt the first blow to our inflated dignity when he requested us to take up our trusted tape measures and learn the dimensions of Classical High. The prize pros of Flee Hudson's Hockey team had insult added to iniury when they reported to Miss Whitin who, determining to make men-or at least women-from these late additions, had them chasing the white pellets up and down the Athletic Field. Those of us who studied biology in Room 33 will remember the live snake that escaped from Mr. Weed's collection of pets and scurried across the hall. Poor Miss Helen Kennedy! When our scaled friend slivered into her room, we thought the shock would cause a catastrophe. Donning flaming argyles and white bucks , we became part of the crowd and ioined the school's clubs. Ann Kelly and Sandra Willson were the new members of the Argus board. One day they would be its editors. The Debating Society and the re-organized Agassiz Club made appearances on the horizon, and Tom Sabin became the first president of the latter. Remember our trip to the Biological Founda- CONTINUED ON PAGE 12

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ILL cnlss oi 1954 by John H. Berg We, the Class of 1954, being of sound mind and body, do hereby take type- writer in hand to set down our last will and testament. We make the following generous bequests: To Classical, the hope that our future achievements may reflect approvingly upon her efforts. To Mr. McKinley, a police dog to help him patrol his beat on the first floor. To Mr. Couming, a lie detector to check the stories of the people who arrive at 8:15 every morning. To Mr. Weed, a bottle of air-wick for his biology lab. No explanation needed. To Mr. Powers, a pamphlet to be distributed to all his classes entitled, The Crime and Punishment of Gum-Chewers. To Mr. Daly, all the success in the world in his new work as secretary to the Mayor. To Miss Gilbert, a Sophomore class iust bursting with dramatic ability. To Mr. Johnstone, a length of chain to keep the people who procure basement slips from disappearing permanently. To Mr. Butler, a complete set of Classic Comics so that he will be able to keep a total check on all of his English classes. To Mr. Hearn, a large, golden test tube in memory of all those that were broken this past year. In addition to the above gifts, I will make mention of the following personal endowments: To all future Classical athletes needing transportation, a slightly used Model A belonging to one generous Neil Heffernan. To Debbie Johnson, Ann Kelly's position as head of Classical's Lovers' Bureau. To any young car owner with a fuel problem, Bill Leahy's secret formula: tur- pentine, rubbing alcohol, and aspirin. Bill Riley leaves-Sue Boyle looks forward to a monotonous future. To some undernourished young Junior, Pete Levenson's and Sam Martin's bar- bells and the book entitled Why Tuba Players Need a Strong Set of Muscles. To any loquacious Junior lady, Judy Chasen leaves her oratorical ability and one loudspeaker to be used in that order. David Sanger leaves . . . his sister, Diana. To Bernie Mclean and Frannie McNamara, the scholastic record of Cay Herlihy, Sandy Willson, Elaine Garabedian, and Elwood Ede, to show that it can be done.