Framingham High School - Philomath Yearbook (Framingham, MA)

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THE PHILOMHTH lass Sfgstory The morning was bright and sunny, but the faces of a certain group on that fateful day were sad and drawn. With the enthu- siasm of condemned men they entered that strange, sinister building. They were the appointed group to attend the sopho- more classes at Framingham High School. Oh, the melancholy of it all! Little did they know they were soon to become the leaders in the school. Little did they know they would be the illustrious, industrious, intelligent Class of 1947. The Senior-Soph Dance was the first social episode of our high school career. This dance is the annual event where the seniors find excuses to stay away, the juniors are indifferent about the whole thing, and the sophomores, bless their souls, take their hearts in their hands and appear at the hall with bells on, or anyway with clothes to fit the occasion. However, we sophomores had a wonderful time. We were now recognized as among the in- mates. To guide our class during this rocky period of our existence the administration appointed Miss Morse, Mr. Vodoklys and Mrs. Olsen fMiss Plantej. They were ex- tremely helpful in assisting our class along the straight and narrow. In our silent manner we showed signs of coming leadership and promise. Yes, sir, three Q35 from our midst reached the de- sirable goal of the first honor roll. What is more, that term seniors had only one, and those juniors had no one on the high honor roll. Our first elections were things to behold. Vaudeville shows, music, and plenty of good old fight. After the paper had been cleared away and the weaker classmates buried, Peter Kastrinelis had been elected president, Francis Gavin, vice-president, Robert Cummins, secretary, and Lois Mason, treasurer. We were now an organ- ized body ready to rebel against all oppres- sion from upperclassmen. However, the sun was moving nearer the zenith and the boys were moving nearer Fenway Park. Yes, it was spring. We licked our wounds, bandaged our brains, and were off in ecstasy for a good rest. We promised our- selves to sit around and dream about how we would treat the new sophomores and shed a tear here and there for those who didn't make it. May they rest in peace. They tried. Soon, oh so soon, the day of reckoning was coming. Long lines filed to their class- rooms. But the year was 1945 and the Class of 1947 was a junior class. It was our turn to have fun. fOh, pardon me, little sophomore, I didn't mean to step on your face. Marshal, report this massacre to Mr. Sullivanj V The first official act was to elect Miss Wiley as adviser, to guide and counsel us. Little did we realize then what a helper and friend she was to become in the future. This year we held new elections for our junior officers. These elections were much different than those of other years . . . no music! From Room 110 Mr. Lundberg ap- peared through dust and ballots, with the results. Arthur Zinck was elected presi- dent, Fran Bertolino, vice-president, john Paul, secretary, and Ray Savi, treasurer. This result only goes to show it's a man's World. Report card time arrived and again three of our class inserted their names with understandable pride under the first roll, a goal which we all desire but few of us attain. They were Russell Casella, Dot Dershowitz and Edith Pennucci.

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To MISS MILDRED ELLIS sincere appreciafion for her kindness and helpfulness, we dedicafe H115 issue of The Philomalrln

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10 liet- Now, the year was moving swiftly on- ward and spring was fast approaching. Every young girl's fancy lightly turned to thoughts of hooking a man for the Prom, and the boys' fancy was filled with excuses for going to Boston that night. Our com- mittees were functioning feverishly and the night was fast approaching. It would be interesting to measure the gallons of tears used by the ticket committee in plead- ing with the students to buy tickets. When the night arrived the whole affair went off successfully, however, and we all had a good time. On top of this, the class made money. A vote of thanks goes to all those who took part in this, the greatest of social events in high school. Here again was the awaited time. We watched the seniors leave for good, realiz- ing that we were lucky enough to return for one more year. With these thoughts in mind, we left for various jobs-the farms, the stores, and the Hemingway bowling establishment-to recuperate for another long grind in the next year. The summer over, we now prepared to re-enter that building as supercilious seniors-upperclassmen, and lords of all the school. We all felt proud when we walked through the halls brushing the sophs and juniors from our paths and hear- ing them say, There goes a senior! We realized all too soon, however, that we had to get down to business in order to graduate. As for outside activities, the an- THE PHILOMHTH nual senior-soph dance was held with great success, thanks to the hard-working com- mittee members and some impromptu en- tertainment. We elected our class officers in a new manner. First, on the recommendation of the administration, we had serious, worth- while campaign assemblies. Second, the class office candidates divided into parties -the Square Deal and the Round Deal. Interest ran very high and never was there a more successful election. The officers chosen were Robert Haughey, president, john Paul, vice-president, Kay Gormley, secretary, and Robert Sebastian, treasurer. Quickly following this, committees were established for graduation activities. The senior play, Dulcy, was presented by a gallant group of our classmates, who had courage to face an audience and live. Finally, the Prom and the Music Fes- tival and Graduation rounded off the activ- ities. Class night will soon be gone and the good times at Framingham High School will soon be a memory for us. Assembling here as a class probably for the last time we look behind us, remember- ing what a great time we had in school. We are ending one phase of our life and enter- ing an entirely new and strange one. It is our duty to ourselves, to our homes, and to our schools to gather together the knowl- edge and experience we have acquired over the last twelve years, apply it, and strive towards success and the future. DAVID KUHN. :23X f