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

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CLI-l CLAIRE TARRANT SS HIST Small craft warnings were dis- played in the Tatnuck, Vernon Hill, and Shrewsbury Street areas as approximately two hundred and thirty of us moved toward the good ship Classicalia. We were greeted by Captain Fenner in the main salon or Assembly Hall. Shocked by the brilliant glare from the light, we meekly accepted our places on the bottom rung of the ladder. This was a new year for us, a year of dis- covery, a year when nobody knew who Eddie Simonian and Ralph DRY Johanson were. During the autumn days we walked the deck, we dis- covered an annex to the galley, Lanos, and by the end of October Carol Leader, Pat Fell, Neil Riordan and John Clifford had their names in the Argus, In November we had become so famous a class that all our names - even our telephone numbers - were published. Any voyage has its risks, and so when Mary Lowney broke her leg, we iust chalked it up to a better understand- ing of navigation. Although the year was a stormy one, there were buoys to guide us: Tom Foley, Ralph Johan- son, and Paul Engstrom made the varsity football team that won the lnter-high Championship. Paul Sull- ivan and Larry Purington made the first string hockey team, and Paul Faler made the baseball team. We were all very proud. We attended our first varsity show and watched Debby, Janie, and Carole dance with dry bones. Unable to keep up with the pace, Susan and Sandra Budnitz escaped to Bancroft, and we lost a few other members to our worthy opponents, Commerce, North, and South Gail Thomashaw and Bev Levine made us all more than a little envious when they highlighted their sophomore year by attending the Senior Prom, while Barbara Bachrach, Carolyn Patton, Vyto Gailiunas, Rose Hussey, Jim Swicklas, Doreen Waskiewicz, Casimir Matonis, Debby Sawyer, Mark Sherman, lrene Staras, Judy Pearlman, and John Rizos, had to be content with Horace Mann honors. We ushered in our iunior year with Eisenhower and Stevenson fighting it out to the cry of Salatubie! We decided that we were much too grown up for frivolity and opened our second year aboard ship form- ally with class elections, choosing Ralph Johanson as Captain, Maryio Gosler, first-mate, Pat Fell, second- mate, and Mike Pellegrino, purser. As we stopped to count up, we found that we had some new crew-mem- bers, Janet Dye, Janet Richmond, Alyce Butler, John Kelly, Charlie Murphy, and Jackie Hickey - all from Assumption - the boys that is! We surrendered our desire to be grown up and took to celebrating at Barbara Ovane's open quarters and attending our second variety show

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PRESIDENTS' ADDRESS Mr. Fenner, Parents, Teachers, and Friends: To the last meeting of the class of 1958, l bid you all a most cordial welcome. How very strange to say our last class meeting! Three years ago we met here for the first time. Some had been classmates at Chand- ler, at Grafton, or at Providence, most were strangers. Now we see only friends. ln September of 1955 the road ahead was new, a little frightening, and very long, now we can only think how short a time we have spent here. For all that we have gained, for all that we have enioyecl, we know well we must thank our parents, our principal, and our teachers. And we RALPH G. JOHANSON owe much to each other for these pleasant days of youth. Let us then together, before we set out upon our separate ways, look back on the way we have come, listen to some words of wis- dom, hear some music and bequeath our common wealth before, on Tues- day, we ioin the long line of those privileged to call Classical, Alma Mater. 5-if-. l

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CLA to hear Mary Jane Holloway sing with never such a devoted sister, and then gave our hearts to Mr. Elvis Butler and Bobo. True to its name our Junior Prom, under the chairmanship of Barbara Ovanes with Laurie Freeman, Eddie Simonian, and Franny Nitka, turned into a Snowflake Fantasy that began at Wachusett Country Club and ended at the Old Mill. Age began to tell on us, by May we almost reached the point of disintegration - at least the mold was showing. The names Alyce, Jimmy, Eddie, Janet, Frosty, and Maryio will always be synonomous with this Classical first, and with Sunday dress-up day as well. The Classical spotlight fell one evening in May on Harriet Loew as with Richie Dad Bogage, she relived the life of Cornelia Otis Skinner. Her performance made us all aware of the lastest addition to our hall of fame. The play was followed by Joanne Garabedian's open quarters. When the results of the Argus tryouts were announced, we found that we had two literary geniuses aboard, Judy Pearlman and Richie Bogage in the chartroom, with Helen Salvin and Joan Kalinowski piloting the business staff. The Junior picnic followed with its ups and downs, and rounds and rounds. Graduation brought honors to our class with Carolyn Bohmann receiv- ing the Aletheia Award and Bruce Brooks the Harvard Book Prize. The roll of the elite read Barbara Bachrach, Bruce Brooks, Howard Cohen, Marvin Cramer, Janet Dye, Vyto Gailiunas, Al Grace, Linda Jaffee, Stephan Joseph, Carolyn Patton, Judy Pearlman, Dolores Pucilauskas, John Rizos, and Sue Sack. As the Senior Class left the auditorium singing the Alma Mater we knew that their places were ours. The Russians and their space plans SS HISTORYwmmw started our third and Senior year off with a bang, and before we knew it Sputnik I was launched, followed by Muttnik ll. We were Seniors, filled with pride and a little doubt as to what our future held, but not at all fearful. As before, we chose Ralph Johanson as Captain and gave him Jan Richmond as first-mate, Carolyn Patton, second-mate, and Mike Gordon as purser. With the help of Sandy Cocaine and Mike Pellegrino, the strong rule of the Seniors was enforced, for after all what Soph- omore could ignore an I Am a Senior sign. Led by Helen Ann Cohen and Sue Marsaw, our cheer- leading Captains, in October we danced in Tiger Tracks. We still have not recovered from the shock of hearing the North High Alma Mater at a Classical dance. About a month later Bob Lian, Nancy Dupre, Janet Richmond, Danny Brosnihan, Claudia Sutherland, and Company took time off to attend the C. Y. C. Convention in Philadelphia, and from what I hear Philly and the hotel will never be the same. Although Friday the thirteenth is traditionally un- lucky, under the expert direction of Harriet Loew and with the hysterical iokes of Chucky Palson, we sailed Around the WorId most sucess- fully with S. R. O. from the top sail. We returned from vacation, praying for intelligence when we took the College Boards. When they were over, there was a great deal of celebrating at the Bancroft, and we often stop to wonder who went where after the dance. When the Scholastic Art Awards were made we found Michael Orasz, Jim Swope, Linda Allmon, Judy Starbard, Gary Blazis, Doreen Finlayson, and Mary Jane Holloway to be winners. The National Merit honors were ann- ounced with Laurie Freeman receiv- ing a certificate of merit and Mark Sherman a letter of commendation. To the Ides of March we paid due heed, but we had a wonderful time at our Senior Hop under the chair- manship of Pat Fell and Ros Heald, with Judy Bretholtz, Franny Nitka, Jimmy Mooradian, Alyce Butler and Ed Simonian at the Yellow Barn in Northboro. We shall not soon forget that brothers can be attractive dates and that there is always consolation in a beast pool. In fact Jan found she even liked Barnes. Thanks to Miss Gilbert and the extraordinary skill of Harriet Loew and Laurie Freeman, who each leave a pair of footsteps that will be dificult to follow in, our Senior Play The Barretts of Wimpole Street was an outstanding success. Our voyage is now nearing its end, but for Val Harden and Judy Rosenbaum it is the beginning of another voyage on the sea of mat- rimony. We look forward to the frivolity of the Senior Prom and the solemnity of Graduation which will bring First Honors to speakers John Rizos, Carolyn Patton, Carolyn Bohmann, and Vyto Gailiunas. We leave with one thing in mind, that all our todays and tomorrows will soon become yesterdays linked together only by the magic bridge of memories - memories that are funny, sad ridiculous and inspiring - the memories of patient, sorely tired teachers and the lasting memory of friendship. NAA-1 .