Everett High School - Crimson Tide / Memories Yearbook (Everett, MA)

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Class To say that the Class of ' 64 was great would be daring on our part, rather let us say that we were consistant and that our potential was great. As politi- cians, we had no platform. As for progress, we ac- cepted what was offered without too much enthusiasm or too much dismay. For the most part we were con- formists and respected the wisdom and judgement of those in charge. Let us go back a few years and recall the days and weeks now but moments in our lives. Do you remember the humble serenity of the confines of the Albert N. Parlin? How vivid are the images of our beloved faculty as they strove with such diligence to prove to us the necessity of memorizing Character . Chuckie Mon- ahan was our leader and was a shining light in his attempts to remove us from our lethargic state and make us realize the great necessity for school spirit. We had spirit and it came to the fore. Remember those great undefeated teams in athletics? Who do you think rooted them on to glory! Why we can even recall those wonderful afternoon socials where girls danced with girls and boys came for the food, or wished they hadn ' t come at all. It was here that girls began to tolerate boys for some vague reason. Then too, boys no longer threw stones at the girls but rather gave serious consideration to just plain hair pulling or insulting words of wisdom. We were growing up and we did join clubs, the band, the orchestra, and to a variety of groups including the detention room. It seems only yesterday that Linda Reynolds won the Prize Speaking Contest with the ren- dition of her own original piece. Then came the pre- sentation of the coverted Parlin P to twenty four of our classmates. Donna Leo, Judy Dcrsofi, Anthony Sordillo, and Spencer White each received special awards before we took our leave. Then came the fateful day when our teachers opened wide the doors, and with a great deal of weeping (for joy), started us on our trek across the barren waste- lands of Broadway and into the compound of our now beloved Alma Mater. With fear and trepidation we took our places among the mighty uppcrclassmen. Little did we realize how conspicuous we were in our freshly acquired gawkincss. Wc overcame many of our shortcomings and became a part of this great organization. Once again we chose Chuck to lead us. He was aided by Connie Cclla, Donna I.co, and Janice Parella. We sent Sandy Pct- ricca. Bob DiNanno, and Joe Olivcri to represent us on the Council. They didn ' t do much but their presence was enough to make the uppcrclassmen tremble and respect us. We went to dances AT NIGHT, joined clubs, cheered our heads off at football and basketball games and enjoyed life in full. In the meantime our parents did spoil the fun by insisting that we study now and then. We rooted our football team into the Class A Championship and sent them to play in the Sugar Bowl in Florida. Time seemed to fly along as we noted the great upsurge in the accomplishments of the high school since our arrival. By the time we discovered there was no fourth floor. Donna Leo and Marcia Azores had won the Oratorical Contest. For some reason shortly thereafter the building became quiet and was not as crowded. Upon serious investigation we discovered the seniors had left. Too bad, there were some pretty good kids there. Wait — this must mean that we are Juniors! Goodness what a shock. The summer passed and we returned quite at ease. Gee, did we look as small and as stupid as these little sophomores? But we got back to our normal way of life. We even found out that we had free filing, some- thing we were too busy to notice last year. Then too some little sophomore let us know that we could ac- tually go outdoors for recess. How about that! The strangest things happen in a year. Again we said, ' Chuckie ' , we need you for our loader , and so it came to be. Bob DiNanno, Donna Leo, and Pete Dolan oc- cupied the other chairs. Our Council members were: Diane Baldassarre, Frank Gianatassio, John McAdam, and Sandy Petricca. They didn ' t do any more than last year ' s group but at least we were one more in numbers. Once again it was football games, study, basketball games, study, dances, study, clubs, study. School would be great except for the studies. Once again we captured the Class A Football Championship and this time the squad had a wonderful trip to Washington. There seemed to be much more orderliness in the school now that we were Juniors. Time went along as that most Heavenly night of the Junior Prom came along. Wo never truly thanked the committee for the wonderful time had by all. Maryann DiBatista was our Oueen and Richie Egan was King. How different we all looked as we promenaded in our first formal attire. We never appreciated the real beauty and manliness so abundant in our class. In the meantime school went on. No fires, no bomb scares, no days olT, no strikes — nothing to disconcert us and to lead us from the paths of learning. 138