Farmington High School - Student Yearbook (Farmington, CT)

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DAVID H. JOHNSON Mort sparing of hir word: and prerencef' French Club 2, Auto Club 5. David is Mr. Silence as he winds his way through the corridors to his various classes. At the close of each day he took off in his car to begin his work on the farm. Many a great statesman started off as a farmer, David, and we have great hopes for you. OFFICERS OF 1956 President ....,..,., ..,..,......,...............,,....,,,, .,...,. G e ne Barnes Vice-President .,..,. s.,.,,.... R ichard Stein Secretary ...,s....., ..,...... G eraldine Smith Treasurer ........4....,....... ...,.... W illiam Blinn Assistant Treasurer ,...,... .............. F rancis Kane Flower .,,.......,.......... ..................,.....,... C amellia Colors ,.,...,. ,.,.....,.....,.. ..,..,.. T u rquoise and Silver MOTTO Constantia vicimus We have won through perseverance BROADWAY AT NIGHT The people, the glitter, the tinsel, the gold, The busses, the taxis, the billboards, the lights, A marquee announcing a stellar new show, To me this is Broadway at night. The Salvation Army befriending the poor, A trombone awailing The St. Louis Blues , The socialites entering Sard.i's to dine, To me this is Broadway at night. The debutante tripping along with her beau, The vagrant soliciting alms with his hat, The Nedick's fruit venders attracting a throng To me this is Broadway at night. The Pigeons descending for handouts of food The theater crows happily heading for home, Oh, how I desire this moment to be A part of this Broadway at night. joan Wollenberg, '56 LIFE Night creeps silently over the earth, 'Twill soon be a new day's birth, As the bright moon leaves the sky, The children in their beds do lie. They never seem to realize, That every day when they rise, Their life is shorter still Anr shall end even against their will. They will work to gain their ambitions, Live to fulfill their earthly missions. The inevitable must come, and they will silently pass away, As the night returns bringing the new day. Donna Marlowe, '56 PANTHER Coat of velvety pitch-blackness, Claws of peerless razor sharpness, Tail sloped long and gracefully, Body tensed for stalking prey, Eyes of deep and luminous yellow, Poised on rich blond polished oak wood, Ears so sharp and sensitive seem. A panther T.V. lamp sheds its beam. 28 Vera Raczkowski, '56

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A WORLD WITHOUT SCIENCE To some people there might seem to be no world if there were no science, but to me a world without science would be wonderful. Without science there would be no factories cluttering up vast areas which other- wise might be fields of daisies waving in a warm summer breeze. Trees would not be cut down in large numbers to make many articles which we could get along without if we had not become accustomed to using them, but would abound in numberless quantities, blossoming abundantly in ,the spring, providing homes for the birds in the summer, bending to the ground with their fruits in the autumn, and providing protection for the animals from cold winter winds. In very early times, man had to forage for himself. He did not become lazy and. useless because of scientific inventions, but by daily work and through necessity, he remained in good physical condition. He might not have been so intelligent as today's first grader, but he knew how to provide for his needs. As time passed, man became more intelligent in mind, not through science but through experience. He probably worked many acres of rough terrain, first plowing with a stone and stick, then advancing to a team of oxen and a sharpened piece of metal ore which had been melted over a fire. Depending on the weather and not on irrigation, he raised a crop snflicient for his family. If this early man advanced to this stage without science, he might have been able to advance to the present day, bettering his ways and greatly improving our country, 'but science had to interrupt, bringing with it many ways to make work easier, but also bring- ing black factories, ipdistinguable housing projects, and slums for breeding juvenile delinquency. Imagine standing in a valley, surrounded by factories, their black smoke pouring over you and automobiles whizzing past, madly blowing their horns. Now imagine large fields of corn and hay, plots of wild flowers, orchards of fruit trees, and animals in the same valley, surrounded only by white peaked mountains, grazing in boundless pastures. All were put there, not by science, but by the hands of God. Mary MacDonald, '56 WHAT IS SPRING? Spring is the rain, steady and slow Drumming and beating my window pane. Spring is the rainbow which fills the sky After Nature's life-giving rain. Spring is in the splashing brook Now free from winter's ice and snow, Making its way out of the wood And into the field where the violets grow. Spring is the warm sun on my back, The playful breeze which tosses my hair, The smell of the garden's rich black earth, And the wonderful feeling in the air. Aleda Janson, '56 30