Clinton High School - Memorabilia Yearbook (Clinton, MA)

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As we had already selected our class rings, we received and wore them with justifiable pride. Mid-years came again and al- though still a great obstacle, we took them in our stride. In February, we had the experi- ence of our lives the high school fire! It left us without a school and with a three-week vacation, which nobody minded. During this vacation our class advisor, Mr. Francis Nolan, passed away quite suddenly. When we again re- turned, it was like our first day of school, we had to learn all over where our classes were to be held. We also came under the guidance of Mr. John McGrail, who capably took us through our Sophomore Year. Before we knew it, June came, and with it the realization that we had completed half of our high school course. OUR JUNIOR YEAR Here we were halfway through our high school days and left with- out a class advisor because of Mr. McGrail ' s departure. We were lucky to have Mr. Laverdure take us under his wing. With his won- derful guidance and assistance we elected for our officers: President, Edward Bonin; Vice-President, Claire Henighan; Treasurer, An- thony O ' Loughlin; and Secretary, Elizabeth Valeri. The first quarter went by swiftly and at the beginning of Decem- ber, Mr. Laverdure started the pro- duction of A Christmas Guest which was to be our contribution to the Interclass Dramatics Show. Of course with the marvelous actors and actresses playing their parts superbly, we won the competition — much to the surprise of the Seniors. The new year came in swiftly; and we found ourselves cramming for mid-years, which to our sur- prise, we breezed through. After mid-years we fell back into the same old routine. The biggest event of our Junior year was our very own prom. We voted on Enchanted Island for a theme, and the committees went to work to produce the most beautiful prom in the history of CHS. When the Senior class officers turned over their caps and gowns to our class officers there was a touch of sadness throughout the hall, but this pensiveness disappeared when they announced the queen and her court. The next thing we knew it was vacation time once again, and we realized that the next time we entered CHS portals, we would be the proud Seniors. OUR SENIOR YEAR Senior Class Officers, left to right: President Dave Dunn, Vice-President Joan Potas, Secretary Liz Valeri, Treasurer Dom Pizza. Mr. Laverdure busily at work. Now, in the year of ' 60, with grave and sad demeanor, we yearn over happy, carefree years, we are the departing Seniors. The peak of our four years had arrived. We were at last worthy of the name Senior. It seemed strange that we were now the leaders in Clinton High society, but we took it in our stride. Almost immediately, we plunged headlong into school affairs and elected as our capable leaders: President, Dave Dunn; Vice-Presi- dent, Joan Potas; Treasurer, Dom- inic Pizza; Secretary, Elizabeth Val- eri. Dues were paid and we began to look forward to graduation. Our annual Senior Hop took place in February, the theme being A Fantasy in White with the melo- dies of The Hi-Fi ' s. Class meetings were held fre- quently, all leading up to the cli- max. The photographers came and went, the classbook was completed amid a flurry of activity, and the rehearsals for our final appear- ance were scheduled. Ultimately, Baccalaureate Sun- day appeared and then . . . Grad- uation night! Listening to the speakers and hearing our names called out from the platform with sudden impact, the idea that our high school days were at an end . . . then left to us, only memories of a wonderful class. The boys at work on the Octopus.

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OUR FRESHMAN YEAR The girls ' side of Guidi ' s Bakery. As our four wonderful years draw to a close we pause and look back to September, 1956 when we entered the halls of CHS as con- fused and timid Freshmen. We marched through the corridors bravely facing the upperclassmen with their teasing and age old pranks. Finally, after getting into the school routine we settled down and undertook election for officers, our first task as a class under the guid- ance of Mr. Francis Nolan, our newly appointed class advisor. We chose the following to lead our class: Francis Fitzgerald, President; Paula Sorel, Vice-President; Richard Czermak, Treasurer; and Dorothy Ryan, Secretary. The months passed quickly with the excitement of being present at and participating in sports events, assemblies, Thanksgiving Show and Interclass Dramatics. Soon the dread date approached . . . Mid- Years . . . and somehow after long hours of study, we managed to struggle through the longest week of the school year. As June rolled around we turn- ed our backs on our first year ' s happy experience at CHS and looked forward to the long summer vacation and to returning next year as confident Sophomores. Nice weather . . . for ducks! A Senior English class. OUR SOPHOMORE YEAR September soon came, familiar faces and sights engulfed us. In- stead of being pushed around, we went merrily about our business. We were no longer the inexperi- enced Freshmen, we were now superior to at least one class. To guide us through our sopho- more year, we elected as officers: Robert Latini, President; Claire Henighan, Vice-President; Elizabeth Valeri, Secretary; Neil Fadgen, Treasurer.

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Chss Song . . . TUNE- SUCH A DAY Words by Diane M. Ashjian I High school days, as wonderful as these were High school days, were perfect from the start. Warm and gay, and full of laughing hours. High school days will live within my heart. And always, we ' ll remember these forever And forever will be. High school days as wonderful as these were High school days will never end for me. Clinton High, your mem ' ries ne ' er will perish Clinton High, as now it ' s time to leave. Senior year, the year we all most cherish Ends at last; we find hard to believe. Remember, the parties, proms, and dances And the banquet, — class trip, Homework, mid years, and those young romances; All these things will live in memory. Classmates true, we leave the links that bind us Classmates true, we bid one sad good-bye. All too soon, our joys are left behind us. Now at last, we leave thee with a sigh. Remember, Class of ' 60 and it ' s motto, Graduation, — teachers. Best of luck, our treasured friends in ' 60, Bon voyage, may God watch over you.