Harwich High School - Soundings Yearbook (Harwich, MA)

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Zhe History of the Class of 962 The year is over, and June has come, The War March of the Priests seniors now hum. We welcome the future, yet cling to the memory, Of happy days in our school history. We stand on the final step, here at last, And so we recount the events of our past. In the year ’57, and in the fall, We entered the high school one and all. We chose Edna as President and Kenny Pina as veep, While Dick took notes and Carolyn money did keep. Our teachers all said, You ' ll work, work, work, And never, no never, your lessons will shirk. With books piled high and our heads aswirl, We tried to get A ' s and still have a whirl. One year later and wiser this time, We came back to the school in grade number nine. Officers Wayne Ellis, Pat Ford, Martha Crowell and Carolyn Cashen, All the class business did reason and ration. Our big class dance was the Horseshoe Hop, Everyone danced ' til they did drop. We left for vacation in the month of June, But we were ready for school very soon. Our sophomore year began in September, And it was one that we’ll always remember. Martha Crowell was our President, Vice-President Anne P., Carolyn Cashen the treasurer, Russell Small, secretary. An Aloha for the seniors was our dance of the year, It ' s Hawaiian music we all still can hear. French verbs, geometry and English were over, As prospective juniors we were sitting in clover. Juniors this time, 1960 the year, We came back to school only to hear: This year will be busy, but one of your best, Plans for the prom, and many a test. Russell was President, with Pat Ford at his side, Carolyn was treasurer, with Edie the scribe. With so much to do time would just fly, And before we knew the year had gone by. It was the 12th of May, a day rainy and drear, But the elementary gym was filled with good cheer. We were decorating with flowers, streamers, and trees, ' Twas the day of the Prom, and we were all pleased. The theme Southern Splendor was a very good one,

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Eighth graders ROW 1: John Chalifoux, Rose¬ mary Chase, Georgianna Bar- ros, Rosemary Romalho, Ruth Griswold, Sherry Nunes, Mark Crowell. ROW 2: Clif¬ ford Daluze, Peter King, Peter Gardner, Paul Peavey, Felipe Perez, Edward Chali¬ foux, Bruce Edwards, Gary Sigafoo, Conrad Nickerson, Richard Chipman, Herbert Edwards. Eighth graders ROW 1: Judy McGillen, Jean Sullivan, Marilyn Rounbehler, Mary Canto, Marlene Fernan¬ dez, Brenda Fernandez, Har¬ riett Cutler, Sheila Eldredge. ROW 2: Arthur Apostol, Wayne Coulson, Kathleen Gomes, Linda Derby, Hannah Cornwell, Donna Barrett, Joyce Carr, John O ' Donnell, William Thompson. ROW 3: Steven Titus, William Niemisto, Peter Hall, Stephen Drozell, Kenneth Roderick, Craig Hall, Richard Meehan.

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And it was carried out with laughter and fun. We danced to the Miltones lilting airs, And the beautiful dresses received admiring stares. Our last real job was to decorate Exchange Hall for those who were to graduate. And then we were off for vacation and fun, But wishing all the while that senior year would come. Our senior year is here at last, And now it seems to have come so fast. The slate of officers is almost the same, Sharon Sebold, as secretary, the only new name. We went right to work with all our might, And produced a play in December called Gaslight. It was a real thriller, with murder the theme, And it provided the audience with many a scream. At Christmastime we had a ball, With stockings and mistletoe we decorated the hall. In April came our Washington trip, Not many of our classmates this did skip. With the Peters there to guide us all the way, We traveled far from Cape Cod Bay. After the trip, with graduation no near, We really felt happy, ' twas the end of the year! Now we stand before you on this our class day, Our minds filled with memories, wanting to say: Thanks, teachers, classmates, and every friend. You’ve all stood by and helped us to the end. We ' ll remember you always though we travel far from here, And our days spent at Harwich High will always be dear.