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

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IHInsiroRv cmss or Tess By Judith L. Klein The Sprit of Classical High School removed the stylus and tablet from his shelf, wrapped his toga tightly about him, descended the winding, creaking stairs from the tower, and opened the doors wide. As I entered, he approached me saying, To you I present these writing implements. Record here the events of the class of '55. In the I IOth year of Classical High School, we came, we saw, and we felt com- pletely conquered. Had we studied Milton, we should have wailed, Hence, loathed Melancholy, but having studied Milton Berle only the night before, we cried in des- peration, I could give myself a shot in 'da head! The thousands of eyes peering at us in the assembly hall .... our first cafeteria luncheon .... the mistake of asking a senior for directions .... and our first day had passed. Eyeing an enormous pile of books, we wondered whether WE wouldl' We were a curious class - - always wondering why the third floor smelled so bad. We were a class that did things together: - every girl wore a pair of white bucks. We were a class with the same motto - - That's George, and MeIvyn!' In February, when we were no longer the lowest form ofanimal life, we proceed- ed to welcome the new class in the same manner as we had been initiated. Had we realized that graduation speakers, .loan Lang and Patti McSheehy, were among the arrivals, we should have been more kind. It was a lucky day when one of Mr. Weed's pet reptiles entered Miss Kennedy's room and crawled up Linda LichtenfeI's leg. To this we attribute Linda's basketball prowess, though they say she has never lumped quite so high since then. A new club, the Miserable Misers, was formed, and for initiation, Geri Mellquist wanted Mr. Daly to stand on his head so that she could collect the money that fell from his pockets. For once she found Mr. Daly uncooperative. Another group of Freshman girls who liked to sing left their fifth hour classes to ioin the Glee Club and wondered why Mr. Kaplan did not welcome them. Some sorority pledgees who were made to wear two different kinds of shoes to school were asked to go home to change them - - all except Roberta Norman who had sat through the whole day on one foot. Our freshman year - when no one knew who Gene Taillon was .... when Irma Levine represented us at the Senior Prom ..... when Blanche Talman sang in our first Variety Show ..... when no one had ever heard of Bermuda shorts ..... when both tennis teams were city-wide champions ..... then, before we knew it, we were Sophomores. I like Ike hearalded our second high school term. We followed the country's example and formed a government of our own with Stewart Economou as president, Ginny Good, secretary, and Glen Salmenson, treasurer. We also became active in the Student Council. Merna Medlinsky, Dick Cipro, Phyllis Marsolais, and Franny Gilligan were some of the representatives. Our names and faces became well-known in school clubs when Jean Butler was elected madame president of the orchestra, Sue Boyle was a librarian for Mixed Chorus, and Arthur Olsen and Evelyn Farber were new Argus Board members. The only place in which our names were not familiar was Mr. Cre- vedi's room. In one geometry class we had such notables as Suzan Sandbox, Hi Ho Silver, Teddy Lamp-post, and Ethel Gasoline.

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IPRIESIIIDIENTTQS Aion hnrss by Glen W. Salmonsen Mr. Fenner, Parents, Teachers, and Friends: The Class of l955 is pleased to have you with us today, and on behalf of its members l welcome you to our Class Day exercises. Four short years ago our class came here to start a new chapter in our young lives. Today we have reached the position for which we have long been striving. lt seems eminently fitting that we should have with us today those who have made possible our high school education. To our parents, - who have made untold sacrifices that we might have a more complete education, - we owe a debt of gratitude which mere words cannot pay in any measure. To our teachers we owe a heavy debt for many hours of drudgery and self-sacrifice. lt is they who have helped and instructed us through high school, using all their years of experience to prepare us for life's rugged path. To our friends also, whose words of encouragement have brightened many seemingly dark days, we owe much. To all then, - parents, teachers, friends, --I extend in behalf of the Class of l'-755 a most heartfelt greeting.

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The public school committee, after making a study of the essentials of a high school, gave us a brand new telephone booth instead of a new school building. One might even add that we were the luckiest sophomore class in history, for besides this gift of a modern booth, we were privileged to be the last sophomore class to look down upon incoming freshmen. The year when Jay Manasas and Ray Hammerstrom were called potential good athletes , the year when we lost Susy Ivok to Florida for a while, and the year when we spent many weary hours measuring Classical with a six-inch ruler, flew by, and at last we were upperclassmenl' Classmates off to a good start were Horace Mann students Elaine Adelson, Paul Boncyzk, Stewart Economou, David Jaffee, Naomi Meltzer, Danute Paiauiis, and Joyce Wilk. The rest of us, thoroughly frightened by Jerry King's enormous sneezes, suffered from long periods of shock and failed to make the honor roll. We elected Glen Salmonsen, president, Nancy Norwood, secretary, Mel Green- berg, treasurer, and we began to plan a prom. We shall always remember the lovely array of pastel shades, the ten-thirty burst of balloons, and the boy who sat on a wad of gum on the night of our Junior Prom. Planners Jay Herlihy, Evelyn Farber, Al Rob- bins, Debby Johnson, Marty Cohen, and Pat Snay did a wonderful iob. It was a sad day for all of us when Mr. Daly left, especially for the Argus Board members who wondered where the next gassip column would come from. Mr. Daly's homeroom had a special treat when his wife and children appeared for the farewell party. Our Girls' Basketball Team won the city championship, and the cry was, Let's recruit girls for next year's teams! The teachers won the Varsity-Faculty game. All our Varsity players wanted to pass that year. Mel Greenberg brought us fame by winning the city-wide oratory contest. Our representative in Europe was Monique Eisenberg, who studied for a year in Geneva, Switzerland. The Aletheia Book Prize went to Judy Gage, and the Harvard Club Prize was won by Arthur Olsen. The senior class's singing the Alma Mater brought our third year to a close, and, before we knew it we were Seniors too. We again elected officers: Glen Salmon- sen, Nancy Norwood, Judy Rutherford, and Dave Remington. Senior activities flashed by to be reflected only in happy memories. Joan's Lang's scream on being P526 when only the first twenty-five were to have driving lessons .... Sandy Sherman's Senior party ..... the appointing of Senior committees ..... College Aptitudes ..... Be- ware the ldes of February and Dave Remington ..... the Variety Show with its fabu- lous chorus led by Nancy Norwood and dancing led by Ronda Kramer ..... the Senior Hop where two boys appeared in Bermuda shorts ..... more parties ..... our suc- cessful basketball team taking second place in the city league ..... College Achieve- ments along with Who wants to go to college anyway? ..... the pin-up calendar . . . . .the play, the prom, Class Day . . . . . and finally graduation. I ascended the winding, creaking stairs of the old tower and entered the Spirit's chamber. He was seated ata desk stroking his long, white beard thoughtfully, and a few minutes passed before he looked up and saw me. Ah, he smiled, you have come to return the tablet and stylus. Come, l shall show you where l keep all the class histories. He pulled a rusty key from his top drawer, and I followed him into a long empty corridor at the end of which was a door. He turned the key and the door swung open. Before me was a dark, dusty room con- taining one hundred and ten dusty tablets. Proudly, l placed my tablet at the end of the shelf and returned to the corridor, only to find that the Spirit had mysteriously dis- appeared! l searched every room in vain, and then I saw the note. lt was tacked on the door leading to the room where l had placed my tablet, and it read, Farewell, Class of '55. May the spirit of Classical High School be with you all the days of your lives.