Hope High School - Blue and White Yearbook (Providence, RI)

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RHODE ISLAND HONOR SOCIETY DORIS ROSE ALEXANDER RACHAEL ALLEN LORRAINE SELMA BLISS BERNARD BOXERBAUM JOSEPH BROSOFSKY GLADYS BROTMAN ANTHONY CARMINE CACCIA THOMAS JOSEPH CALDARONE, JR. DAVID LAWRENCE CAMPBELL MARTIN I. DITTELMAN STANLEY FABER BEATRICE GLORIA GOLNER ELEANOR CELIA GREENSTEIN SHELDON L. GREENSTEIN JANICE S. HOWARD JUNE MARIE I-IURD RUTH ROSALYN KAPLAN THELMA EVELYN KLITZNER ETHEL MILDRED LEVIN RICHARD FRANCIS MYETTE ROBERT KENNETH MCCARTHY KENDALL S. MCNALLY BARBARA ELAINE NEIL MARY LEONORA PERSECHINO WILLIAM FRANK READ RUTH ELAINE REIBETANZ KENNETH KIEVA RESNICK EUNICE LENORE RUBIN FRANCES CLAIRE SALESSES HAROLD FREDERICK SCHWENK, JR. MAIDA SHAW EVELINE SHERMAN ELAINE SEIGAL NATALIE MARIE STEELE JUNE EMMA CALDWELL WILKINS BARBARA RUTH WOLFE 15

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lllill1Blazonecl,gl1' Winners of the Dennis Award Awarded for honors in loyalty, leadership, scholastic ability, and initiative. - KENDALL MCNALLY JUNE WILKINS Graduation SPCHIKCIS JUNE KENDALL WILKINS MCNALLY NATALIE STEELE Topics Barbara Wolfe: Our Parents Natalie Steele: Our Cultural Heritage Janice Howard: Our Country Kendall McNally: The Present June Wilkins: The Future JANICE HOWARD BARBARA WOLFE 14

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11121101137 CC131 Winners Nb' 91---sale 'mule MYLEs BACKMAN What Is America? A voice asks, What is America? Who, but the land, could answer this? The responses come rushing from the mountains, from the prairies and oceans, from the lakes, rivers, and streams, from the frigid snow of the north and the hot breath of southern breezes, and from the salty spray of the Atlantic waves. First, last, and always, Americans are America. As Lincoln said, A country of the people, by the people, and for the people g but what makes Americans differ from other people? It cannot be answered by a word or a thought or a sentence, It is the accumulation of all the things which we, as Americans, take pride in. Freedom is America. The love of new horizons is America. The opportunity for a new strike is America. The lack of strict class laws is America. The hatred of oppression is America. All these things make Ameri- cans and America, Our country owes its beginning to a few brave colo- nists who were willing to face unknown terrors, sav- ages, a perilous voyage, privation, and starvation rather than submit to tyranny and oppression. The desire for freedom of worship brought us those heroic pilgrims. They sought a land where they might pray without hindrance and found it in America. These people were one of the foundations of our American stock. The beautiful South was founded by adventure-and- money-seeking cavaliers. A new strike and love of ad- venture brought these. They had their faults, but the relinement, bravery, hospitality, and chivalry of the present day South go back to these gentlemen adven- turers. Hot Spanish blood populated our southern borders, and charming Frenchmen filled the Mississippi River and New Orleans sector. These people came searching for freedom from want. The revolutionary war was proclaimed, fought and won by people ready to lay down their lives for free- dom. The trappers and hunters fought in our outlying district to keep free what they had won from the wilderness. The farmers laid down their plows and picked up their guns, and although they were not per- sonally affected, were willing to give their lives for freedom's sake. It was the love of new horizons that made our people FRANCES SALESSES M, Home The whole center of my life is my home. It is where I was born, and it is where I have lived for seventeen odd years. It is where my childhood began, grew, and finished and Where my adolescence has begun. There are snatches from my childhood that I remember more vividly than others. I remember especially bedtime. My younger brother and I would be tightly tucked in bed when Mother and Dad would come up to us. Each would sit on one of our beds, and for two precious hours the four of us would talk and sing. Dad seemed to have more than an abundant supply of stories for us, and Mother sang all the songs of her childhood. Those hours, when Mother and Dad were so close to us, I shall always remember. In the autumn, when the four of us were out-of- doors, we had so much fun. After Dad had raked the leaves, my brother and I would race with our arms heaped high with leaves to see how big a pile of them we could make. Then after the work we would jump and roll in the leaves, till Dad had to burn them. Did you ever smell leaves burning on a cool November day? You know that somehow it makes you dream of all the things that are good in this world. A sense of complete satisfaction settles over you. All those rainy days I spent cutting our paper dolls and playing doll house or-what was even more fun- watching Mother cook! The days when she made pies I loved the best. She would mix, roll, and cut her dough, and then I got the scrapings, I would play with them until they were black, thinking how grown- up I was. Adolescence began here and is still going on. I re- member the time I wished to be away from home and the way Mother smiled knowingly. The summer that I spent entirely away from home for the Hrst time brings it to my mind. You don't cry when you get to be old as seventeen, but you still can get an awful lump in your throat. It stays there, no matter how badly you want it to go. Homesickness! You keep saying that you could not be homesick when you know in your heart you are. Only when you can admit it do you realize what your home means to you.