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

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When our unior year began, we realized that one of our classmates was missing. jean Remington had left for Northfield School for Girls only to miss us so much that she came back to rejoin us this year. Among the exchange students who went to Webster with Miss Barsam were Cynthia HoHman and Elaine Abelsky. That year the Boston Globe awarded nine gold keys to Classical art students in the annual Scholastic Art Awards competition. Those talented artists in our class who received them were Warren Hillquist, john Kollias, and joan Sylvester. We heard that Carole Damstrom was turning down Hollywood offers after the cheerleaders appeared on T. V. The social highlight of 1955, of course, was our junior Prom, Strings of My Heart. Despite the weather, Holden Country Club was really jumping and so were joy Hutchins and Roberta Neary after switching dates, And then with the spring came our junior Picnic at Whalom Park, which I'm sure no one will forget, especially Mary Early and Phyllis Bretholtz. Poor Phyll, Mary should have known better than to stand up in a canoe. The Aletheia Award and the Harvard Book Prize were given at graduation to Maureen Harney and Richard Seder. Later in june, Don Levine headed for the Near East with the C.A.P. and when he returned, we heard many stories from our cosmopolite. Senior year finally arrived and we elected officers: president, Rob Mortimer, vice-president, Carol Tessierg secretary, Kay Foley, and treasurer, Bob MacKenzie. Leon Husisian invented SALATOOBEE, our famous and intriguing war cry, which, with a little help from the football team won the Inter-High title. No one ever found out what it meant, even Al Banx. Among our terrific football stars who made the All-City Team were Bill jenkins and Hank Stidsen. Our Variety Show, Fisiology Fantasy, November 22, with Arlene Zitowitz expertly handling the fisiologists, was a tremendous Succesil. Especially remembered will be Tiptoe Through the Tulips. Who could forget those bright red garters and Buster Brown collars? On Thanksgiving Day, we saw a familiar picture in the paper. The caption said that because Classicalis football team had won the Inter-High Championship, Irving Street had been renamed Salatoobee Avenue. The honor was short-lived, however, when unsympathetic outsiders decided they preferred to honor the author of Rip Van Winkle. A Radio Club was formed this year at Classical, and it became so popular that Room 1 had a two-way set operating every morning. Because of the large amount of time purchased by the sponsors Csometimes referred to as the facultyj, time for requests and dedications was limited to 1:15 to 1:20 P. M. Among the highlights of our senior year, not soon to be forgotten, have been: applying to several colleges and keeping our fingers crossed, the frequent open house parties, the Varsity Club sports dance, Salatoobee Special, having our class pictures taken-and retaken, taking College Boards and afterwards deciding to take a P.G. anyway, finally going to the Senior Hop, once cancelled because of a spring blizzard, and seeing the Senior Play, Gramercy Ghost. Finally commencement has come, bringing with it the memories of Class Day, the frivolity of the Senior Prom, and the solemnity of graduation. There are not many minutes left till zero hour, graduation. Is everybody fastened in his safety belt of college acceptance? Our marks on the instrument panel have been checked and Captain Fenner in the control tower is giving the green signal. Let us release our rockets on the appointed hour and hope for a successful landing.

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ltilllswroliw CLASS or misss by Maureen A. Harney Soon our rockets will hurl through the milky way and past the Big Dipper at Lands heading towards a new world. It has been a long time since we first left the planets of Tatnuck and Newton Square and the asteroids of Grafton Hill and Providence Hill to meet at the newly-discovered constellation, CLASSICAL Now after four light years of struggling for survival, Cwell it certainly seemed as though we traveled five trillion, eighteen hundred and sixty-six billion, six hundred and ninety-six million milesj we are departing, searching for frontiers of space. Before we blast off, let us quickly re-read the log of these four eventful years of preparation for this journey. Our freshman year, 1952, we discovered that since our arrival, the faculty had insisted that no more freshmen be admitted. To our horror, Mr. Fenner agreed. When our homerooms were buzzing one Friday afternoon, we investigated the matter and discov- ered the ARGUS. Parker Marden began his never-late record, since he awoke with the chickens every morning as most farmers do. Attending our first assembly, rally, variety show, game, and club meetings, being the last class to read the Daly gossip column in the ARGUS, getting our first report cards and discovering that we were not so brilliant as we had thought we were at Sever-except for Richie and Rob of course- these and other memorable events filled our freshman year. And then there were those lucky girls, Joyce Small and Patti Turnan, who finished their freshman year by attending the Senior Prom. Suddenly our sophomore year was upon us, the year we had to make a great decision: whether to take five subjects or to get a doctor's certificate. When we could not find any freshman to confuse, we picked on the foreign sophomores from junior high like Mel Porter, joan Jakstis, Karen Spets, Barbara johnson, Bob Kandall, Estelle Connors, Chet Sonta, Norton Remmer, Julienne Mycko, Njiggerl' johnson, Priscilla Arell, and joe Aiksnoias. joe Kenary, George Breen, and Ray Hammerstrom became varsity hoop stars. A certain book store surprizingly admitted that Classical Latin students had put a book called The Trot on the best-seller list. Among the many celebrities in our class was Mary Weinhold, whose picture appeared in the Gazette, modeling Classical's streamlined gym suit. The paper also caught Barbara Santoian and Carol Sampson trying to look intelligent among the animals on one of Mr. Weed's renowned biology field trips. During the summer of our sophomore year, John Kokernak and Ronnie Stidsen, disguised as Boy Scouts, attended the Third National Jamboree in California.

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WIIILIL CLASS or 11956 by Norton S. Remmer Be it known by all individuals and others that the Class of 1956 of Classical High School, in the one hundred and eleventh year of its existence, do hereby tender said very legal document as our last will and testament, and having unsuccessfully resisted its superior educational standards and having gleamed more knowledge, wisdom, and material than we shall ever iind it necessary to employ we, the above said of the aforementioned institution do hereby leave, bequeath, and commit to posterity the following: To Mr. Couming, a panel of experts to play I've Got a Secret, after 8:10. To Mr. Powers, an underground railroad to Tech for smuggling seniors. To Miss Gilbert, we leave Marlon Brando to replace Fred Glodis. To Mr. Weed, we leave the ideal girl who collects rats, snakes, skeletons, and uses formaldehyde for perfume. No one else wants her. To Mr. Rice, some collapsible desks that were made that way, to replace all those that collapsed. To Mr. Hearn, we leave an explosion to replace the one that blew up. To Mr. Kaplan, we leave a hi-li tuba, with a hi-fi tuba player. To Mr. McKinley, we leave the royalties from the recording of Go, Go, Go, Everybody. To Mr. Erickson we leave, imbedded in gum, the tooth marks of all his pupils. To Mr. Johnstone, we leave some of the pupils that have disappeared. To Mr. Brooks, we leave two extra walls so that he can hold a super spelling bee. To the Library, we leave some straight boards to replace the circular shelves. To some future senior, Bill Jenkins leaves his long-playing recording of L'Allegro, translated from the English. To the future cheerleaders, Jake Salvin leaves a recording of Enrico Caruso singing Salatubie. To future class treasurers, Bob MacKenzie leaves his solid gold trumpet. Bob Kandall leaves his argument finger to be used to conduct the orchestra. To any undernourished sophomores or juniors, Hank Stidsen leaves his secret of being big and healthy - - don't study, and when you do, don't learn.