Littleton High School - Record Yearbook (Littleton, NH)

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Cfewd .J4J45lf0ry re Q lv y WW . v 15 Us . hd f It seems as if only yesterday fifty bungling teen-agers who had the audacity to call them- selves Freshmen scrambled over the banks of Littleton High School's lawn to begin a wonder- ful four memorable years in the halls of higher learning. Before we really had a chance to collect ourselves we were called upon to serve the al- mighty Seniors, fstrictly in the line of duty, of coursej. Clad in ridiculous garments, both sexes smelled of atrocious concoctions, which almost forbade admittance into our homes. Of course we swallowed our pride for the day and sub- mitted to the whims of our elders. Later, we gave a riotous night show Cwhile our parents Hdgeted nervously in the audiencej, and then were politely invited to a get-acquainted dance. But, alas! who would have possibly wanted to get acquainted with us in our condition? We could only rush home to erase the battle wounds of the day. fCould this have been their intent?j And so we were in and the fall passed swiftly. As we trod the spacious corridors we mused that this was a new life and quite a de- lightful one. Several dances were attempted, but typical of all adolescents, the corners were fre- quented as headquarters for male and female prattle. A successful class party was held. Often the Faculty despaired of our unruly behavior, and a touch of spring fever hit us with the first hint of balmy weather. But at the closing as- sembly we marched proudly into our Sophomore seats. With muffled laughter and a few hissed whispers we had reached our second year. After a lazy summer, we Sophs returned in top condition. We just couldn't help acting a little conceited as we swaggered along to our classes. Our domain for 1951-52 was the famous Room 6 and we quite often had to be reminded of the more serious aspect of life by our advisor. How can we ever forget the trips through the murky marshes of the reservoir, the notorious 3:15 club, and the elaborate preparations for our Project Mouse campaign, where we were minus many little mice from the lab but plus many in the Home Ec Room? tOne was so bold, in fact, to jump out of a flour binlj The highlight of this year was the traditional Sadie Hawkins' Dance. Amidst a corn-husk atmosphere all the proud gals enjoyed them- selves immensely. It was a strenuous task pre- paring for final exams, but as we closed our books, we rather reluctantly left these portals for the summer months. And thus we assumed the role of upper-class- men. A few weeks after the commencement of our activities many of us proudly flourished our class rings. We now participated in all the extracurricular activities offered by the school. Some of us played in the student band and travelled to the Laconia Music Festival where we learned the rudiments of carrying large ins- truments as though they were infinitesimal and executed marching tactics with the precision of veterans. 1954 manifested flowering bits of talent in taking part in the glee clubs and showing in- terest in dramatics. We devoted much time and deliberation to the successful production of our -19-

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4 HOME busier H016 V6 l Q1 fyx Y 1 - X Dotto is sitting next to Tiny. -Eddie thinks fast making Steph is studying. Faye wears a new coiffure. Finny flirts. Bob Leach is firefighting. Dooley's cruising. Norm's nibbling. Al's skiing. Kay is humming. Bobbi is clowning. Wilbur's hunting. Jeannie fidgets. giferyflufng Z5 ormaj men -Earl is with Joan. -Jud gives his viewpoint. -Lillian wears five class rings. -Larry is moody. -Charlene blushes. -Evelyn Lewis smokes? -Betty Wood is mad. -Dave Colby is calculating. - Jim-Jim is laughing. -Patti raises one eyebrow. Dave Lewis whiles away a dull moment in class making a sketch. Yvette and Rhoda whip up all kinds of goodie rings. B. A. and Jackie arrive at 8: 14 fafter taking a slight break.J Phyllis brings her love letters to be analyzed. Allvin is flexing his shoulders and hollering Quiet Tiny is sitting next to Dotto. QIsn't this confusing?j Skip is singing be-bop and making like Stan Kenton. Bet Dickerman is doing dishes. Berta visits high schoolsw-hmmmmmmmmmm. Griff outscores George Mikan. Thelma and Joan operate the hot dog stands. Janice is hitting the night spots of the North Country. Mr -Mr -Mr Mr. Mr. Morris gets infuriated with us. fnot reallyj Kenney Htakes count. Pasichuke reminisces. Muse is griped. Moreau is worrying about this publication. - 18 .. up an -Dave Slayton is making a remark. alibi

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junior Prom. It can truly be said that this was one of the happiest events of this or any other year. All in all, the year was such a busy one that graduation was upon us before we could realize that soon we would be full-fledged Seniors. But the inevitable came, and the class of 1954 stood upon the brink of Seniorhood confronted with the responsibilities and endowed with the trust and confidence which falls to the lot of every Senior class. Knowing full well that we were the important people of L. H. S., we re- sumed our schedule for the climax of our scho- lastic career. Soon we were besieged with college pamphlets, name cards, class pictures, gowns, and a flurry of graduation plans. The first months of 'f54'sl' life at Littleton cannot be passed with- out appropriate references to a certain social function held by the Seniors in honor of the Uyoung freshmenjl in which the Seniors gener- ously permitted the Freshmen to provide the program and assisted them therein by numerous and well-thought-out suggestions. Parts were assigned for the Senior Play and between staggering amounts of homework and steady rehearsals for this production our time was well consumed. If the Class of 1954 made itself conspicuous in one way or another aca- demically and socially, surely it did athletically. Football was a triumph, and Seniors forgot the number of practice sessions as they met and de- feated one team after another. Mid-years arrived, as mid-years do, with the usual frantic cramming. College Boards sapped our strength, but plans were underway for an elaborate Chicken-Pie sup- per, the results of which really proved our ability to handle a project of our own. Several of our members participated in the Spring Three-One-Act Plays, the last important function to be held at L. H. S. before its tragic destruction by fire. The thought of losing such a dear and loyal friend appalled us momentarily, but we did our best to regain our forces, and plans for our long-awaited class trip continued. A truly wonderful week in New York City, with a chance to see all the man-made wonders of the largest city in the world completed our brimming agenda. And so the academic career of '54 came at length to a close. Its last days, however, were clouded by strange forebodings of fiunking. But the fates were kind and the Seniors, permeated with knowledge, staggered from the old Kilburn school into the wide wide world. This brief resume can not hope to express all the wonderful experiences we have had through- out our four years, as we have only touched the highlights here. Our members are going far and wide, but cannot leave without paying a tribute in loyalty and love to Littleton High School. I am sure that each and every member of the class will always hold a cherished memory of the glorious years when our hearts were so young and gay. INVICTUS by William Ernest Henley Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate How charged with punishments the scroll, I am master of my fate, I am captain of my soul.