Fairhaven High School - Huttlestonian Yearbook (Fairhaven, MA)

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Clerical Staff 7

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Administration STANLEY J. GRABIEC Principal Guidance DR. EDWARD J. DONNELLY Director of Guidance James Lanagan Jr. Cletus J. Malloy Virginia Kowal 6

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EXPLANATORY I I ' ve had a love affair with a school! I’m not so sure how it came to pass. Nor do I know the moment when the passion seized me. But for forty years and more I have been mesmerized, enchanted and bewitched. Into a vast devotion. II Perhaps first. . . it was sheer loveliness that dazzled . . . Clean marble arch and dark oak . . . vaulting up and up. Gargoyles leering, iron work lacing. Myriad windows shot with color. All these can make the senses reel. III A lighted clock that seized the skies, A harmony of copper, brass and warm wood-cutting, A spaciousness that gentled the spirit, A twisted knot of grandeur past. . . and hope prophetic AW these could well command devotion. IV And then there was the pull of lore attending. Tradition ' s steady building with the years. Magnificent tales of generous opulence About the one who made it all. Who could escape a fascination? V And then THEY came . . . the live ones . . . stepping through the years. The shouting, questing, jeering, grumbling pack of youthful heirs and heiresses. Ready to know their inheritance ... to seize it or reject it; The good little sturdy kids; the bad little vandal kids. The quick ones and the slow ones . . . the busy and the languid. And they kept coming and laid hold upon me. VI One day the boys wore baggy pants and knobby sweaters; The girls wore dimity and voile with satin sashes; One day the skirts fell long; one day the skirts shot up! A moment of crew cuts there was . . . then One of grubby beards and braggadocio moustaches: One could not help but be intrigued. VII I ' ve seen them all. . . the saddle shoes . . . the clogs. The kerchief knotted tight beneath a gentle chin. The neckline scooping low before the following eye abashed. And midriff bare . . . above protesting stretch of denim, faded blue. At these I have expostulated or laughed or sucked in shocked breath! VIII Those many, many boys and girls . . . over the years I see them Sitting in serries rows through a brief blending of our days. A little while, our minds, excited and attuned . . . fused and sparkled! Then always they’d go . . . and some