Clinton High School - Memorabilia Yearbook (Clinton, MA)

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.-I head There are lines That go back Over time They are the symbols Of years unfolded- Happy years, Of study- Of school days Now zz memory blest! Foreword

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Class History There comes a time in the life of most every young American. boy and girl, when, armed with four pencils, two pens, some notebooks, a ruler, and a compass, he or she enters that period of life known as the Freshman year of High School. Looking back at our entrance to C. H. S. we recall our uncertainty, our hopes, our fears, and our fun. We recall the first encounter with a Senior who directed us to our rooms fusually the directions were wrongj . . . we recall our first glimpse of Napoleon, our first interview with Mr. Cobb, and our increasing acclimation and love for Clinton High as the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months. We remember a football eleven . . . an eleven which brought a Midland League Championship to our school, a fine Thanksgiving Night show, a splendid Christmas Showf' which, though presented by the much envied Seniors, was acclaimed by every lowly freshman.. Somewhere within that time we had learned the meaning of the word Assembly, the significance of that eerie sound known as a fire drill. Somewhere in that time, too, had come the first report card. Some of us had a little trouble explaining the red marks while other cards showed the fruits of pupils' labor . . . or at least, the benefit of the teachers' doubt. We arrived, unexperienced, at that hectic week of Mid-Years. Our motto afterward became Venimus, vidimus, victi sumus. Our Interclass offering, Orchids for Marief' did not prove good enough to win the Competition, but displayed talent, which, with more experience, would lead to honors for '41. VVe shall never forget our first prom . . . evening gowns, corsages, flannels, deco- rations . . . all in all, a most fitting way to end a most enjoyable year. In September, we re-entered. We had behind us a year of experience, before us, who could tell? A few were not to be seen. Some had left school because they knew too much, others had remained Freshman because they . . . liked the teachers. Shortly after school had started, there came a day of days . . . a wind of winds, one might say. A mighty hurricane left us without electricity, without telephone service, minus trees, without school . . . for a few days. The morning after that frightful night, we climbed over fallen trees, not unlike a dense jungle, to see what had become of our school. What had? Nothing. There it stood, intact, waiting for our return the following Monday. A We had gained the right to vote, and we chose wisely as our officers: Daniel O'Malley, Presidentg Madeleine Moran, Vice-President, Fred Krauss, Treasurer, Marie Connelly, Secretary. Mr. Iohn F. Burke was appointed Advisor. In November we ran our first dance, the Harvest Moon Ball.. We startled the upper classmen with our snappy decora- tions, and our ability to make the dance the social and Financial success that it was. 14