Lexington High School - Lexington Yearbook (Lexington, MA)

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A guidance couselor is the referee in the great game of admis- sions. . . the keeper of the scores (SAT’s, etc.). . . “What did you say about East Oshkosh U. Mrs. Blythe?” . . . the person with the answers for anxious parents . . . the weeping wall for waiting seniors . . . “But what if nobody wants me?” . . . the first person to tell when you get that fateful letter. First Row: Miss Stamas, Miss Mastin, Mrs. Garry, Mrs. Blythe. Second Row: Mr. Pistone, Mr. Krichmar, Mr. Coffin, Mr. Cuzner. Absent: Mr. Schofield. ADVISE AND CONSENT LOUIS BLYTHE: B.S., M.Ed., Tufts JAMES COFFIN: A.B., Bowdoin; A.M., Harvard WILLIAM CUZNER: B.S., U.S. Naval Academy; M.Ed., Harvard ‘LOIS GARRY: A.B., U. of California; M.A., B.U. OSCAR KRICHMAR: B.S., Tufts; M.A., B.U. ELEANOR MASTIN: A.B., U. of N.H.; M.Ed., B.U. GUY PISTONE: B.S., Tufts; M.Ed., Bridgewater State HOWARD SCHOFIELD: B.S., M.Ed., Northeastern ANNE STAMAS: R.N., New England Hosp.; B.S., M.Ed., B.U. 11

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THE FACULTY COUNCIL: Seated Clockwise: Mr. Franz, Mr. Shea, Mr. Damiani, Mr. Kenealy, Mr. MacDonald, Mrs. Lutrzykowski, Mr. Boyle, Mr. Damon, Mr. Bagley. MAHOGANY ROW The unit chairman is the executive of his unit . judge... jury. . . and chief lawyer for the defense He listens to our sad stories . . . why we were late—. “But I didn’t hear the alarm!”—as he assigns detention . . . he sends home letters suspending stu- dents for smoking in lavs . . . he is first to praise student achievement. First Row: Mr. Gibson, Mr. Baker, Mr. Gray. Second Row: Mr. Nichols, Mr. Southwick, Mr. Schulz, Mr. Col- lard, Mr. Procter. 10

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First Row: Mr. Larrey, Mr. Bagley, Mr. Donovan, Dr. Satz, Mr. Peter Gray, Mr. Bickman. Second Row: Mr. McGill, Mr. Neil Gray, Mr. Damon, Mr. Cobb, Mr. Nichols, Mr. Kirk, Mr. MacDonald. Third Row: Miss Russell, Miss Kinley, Miss Bujnievicz, Miss Griffin, Mrs. Humez, Miss Lydon, Miss Abrano, Miss Angoff, Mrs. Beckwith. Fourth Row: Mr. O’Leary, Mrs. Tucker, Miss Alberts, Miss Taylor, Miss Scott, Miss Murphy, Mrs. Flagg, Mrs. Johnson. “Well, you know, as Plato said. . .” “Would you please pass your papers forward and arrange yourselves in a circle.” “Didn’t ya do it?” “Just have a few sentences to finish on the rough draft.” “Those of you who aren’t handing in papers now, be sure to get them in by Monday at the latest if you want any credit.” (Whispers and grumbles.) “Well, I believe we were on page 45. David, would you be Polonius, and for Ophelia let’s have. . .” The reading begins and the words stumble, bruised and battered, from contorted mouths into the room, filling it with formidable monotones—all except John, who reads with cautious but effective emotion. The words fade as the last two lines of Hamlet’s soliloquoy rhyme and the scene apologetically ends. “Now, who can tell me what Shakespeare was con- cerned with in this scene?” There is a thoughtful silence. Suddenly lightning flashes, peals of thunder shake the stage, seas part, suns explode and through the maelstrom—a hand is raised.