High School of Commerce - Caduceus Yearbook (Springfield, MA)

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Class Officers Class Advisers Miss Judd, Mrs. Young. LEFT, SENIOR OFFICERS—Madeline Quillici, Secretary; Constance Grifin, President; Shirley Zwecker, Vice-President. CENTER, JUNIOR OFFICERS—Jean Kirk, Vice-president; Constance Grifhn, President; Madeline Quillici, Secretary. RIGHT, FRESHMAN OFFICERS—Louise Fiorentino, President; Shirley Roy, Sccretary. CLASS HISTORY, 47 Freshmen Frolics Well, we've made it! At last we can be called real, honest-to-goodness seniors, for here we sit patiently waiting to receive our diplomas, those cherished little documents that could easily be called the keys to our future. How do we feel? Blissful, expectant, thrilled, but perhaps a little re- luctant to leave our school days behind us. After all there’s a lot to recall about our climbing the high school ladder. Remember that first day in September when as “lil Freshies” we stumbled into the huge corridors of Commerce, and tried with all our energy to look impressive or even just as if we belonged? Little did we know that upperclassmen, with blood in their eyes, were already looking us over in anticipa- tion of the first, big event—Freshie Day. In our shirts, slacks, curlers, and with the lipsticked word, “Freshie,” written across our faces, we silently obeyed every command given us by our superiors. ; Gradually the mist of insecurity lifted, and we began to take notice. Soon we became acquainted with the Mr. An- courses. rolled Senior Councilor Mr. Melville. thonys of our time, otherwise known as our class advisers, Mrs. Young and Miss Judd. Miss Flynn took charge of our guidance. The student leaders of our freshman year finally appeared in the form of the newly elected president, Louise Little One Fiorentino; and Shirley Fred Astaire Roy, as sec’ retary. Another exciting event was Field Day. We joined with the rest of the school in this new frolic, and had a grand time running races, eating hot dogs, and giggling our “‘sides out” as the male members of the faculty competed in the sack race. The G. O. Drive was a huge success, and we all waited impatiently for our reward, the G. O. Dance. We felt al- most equal to the seniors that night as we twirled around the auditorium. Oh, yes, time was found for extra-curricular interests, such as homework and studying for the much dreaded department tests. Soon we found need of the summer vacation to rest our confused little minds and prepare us for our Junior year. Junior Joys Back to school we came with a bang! True, we were not yet Sophisticated Seniors, neither were we Frightened Freshies. We were just Jerky Juniors, but what enthusiasm we had! There was so much to do this year, so many added responsibilities. Along about the first marking period, we found ourselves comparing notes as to whether shorthand with its tricky new symbols, or bookkeeping with its tiresome brain work was worth the effort. We decided they were and earnestly plugged away at our engrossing new With Connie Grifhn, Jean Kirk, and Madeline Quillici as our new Junior officers, we along on the tide of exciting events. From a bevy of beauties, sparkling Eleanor Brumfield was picked to be the Junior Contest winner. Doctor Viggiano and his musical proteges produced a music festival equal to a Broadway production. The male “sportsies” in school were loyally followed in the few athletic attractions of the season. A special treat was had when Ann Marazzi chirped her songs, and “Vic” Frisby held the spotlight by winning the popularity contest. The performance of the school play for the year, Our Town, was acclaimed for its sincere, deep, and dramatic message.