Maynard High School - Screech Owl Yearbook (Maynard, MA)

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16 THE SCREECH O W ' L SIEPS IIOIR CLASS IRC ILL Constance Ayotte Dramatic Club 1; Nature Club 1; Senior Chorus 4. Inquisitive and loquacious, “Connie” is one of the best liked girls in the class. Her friendly manner and winning smile are sure to give her a good start along the road to fortune and success. Although she is mysterious about her outside activities, we have learned that bowling and roller-skating are among her favorite pastimes. We wonder if they are her only diversions. Hm? Claire Beford Class Secretary 4; Social Committee 4; Picture Committee 4; Senior Chorus 4; Senior Activities Committee 4. Clairebell is Peoples Theatre’s pretty cashier, whose wit and smile help boost the ticket sales. Efficient and polite, she has won many friends. Clairebell takes life as it comes and is doing all right. We hope you always find it easy-going. Thelma Bourne Screech Owl 1; Jr. Women’s Club 2, 3, 4; Social Committees 2, 3, 4; Dramatic Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Sun Light Hop Committee 4; Senior Girls’ Chorus 4. Whenever any artistic ability is required, we have been for- tunate to have stately Thelma in our midst, always ready to oblige with the paint and brush. No wonder our social affairs have been such successes. Keep up the work and we’ll surely be hearing more of you. Alice Brown Class Vice President 1; Social Committees 1, 2, 3, 4; Student Council 2; Field Hockey Team 1, 2, 3, 4; Basketball 1, 2, 3; Cap- tain 2; Cheer Leader 3, 4; Dramatic Club 3, 4; Screech Owl 1, 4; Junior Women’s Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Senior Activities Committee 4; Senior Chorus 4. “Here come the Marines,” and oh, how Alice would like to be in their ranks! But until she adds a few more years on to her present 17, she will have to be satisfied with the life of a secre- tary. A friend to all and what a lovely friend! May that which you desire be yours someday soon. Jennie Chernak Dramatic Club 1; Senior Chorus 4; Screech Owl 4. With such a pleasing personality and unusual ability, Jen will be tops in secretarial work. She hopes to enter business school in the fall. Jen’s sincere smile and twinkling eyes will brighten any office and help promote good business.

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THE SCREECH OWL 15 of traffic. It was red, and Ooley had a secret passion for red. There was no front door step, but then, who cares when one is searching for a room in the Capitol. Ooley immediately established squatter’s rights and burrowed his way to a bed-room. If some people,” he mumbled, can live on a shoestring, why can’t I live in an apple Everybody’s got to have a home — and a worm is no exception.” Ruth Pekkala, ’44. He Hs A Day of Drudgery Here are the seven phases of my school day: Arriving at school, I hang my coat in the hall and dash into my homeroom on the double without a minute to spare. When the bell rings I go to my first class by way of the lower corridor, which is like trying to get through Grand Central Station during the rush hour. In Pre-nursing I learn how to apply a splnit, revive a dead person, and mend a leg broken in fifteen places. After first period I return to the library, which is generally like a refrigerator, and pro- ceed to do the homework I should have done the night before. They claim the period is forty minutes long, but I have concluded that a gremlin pushes the hands around so that the forty minutes breaks down into fifteen, five of which I work and the rest of which I talk, or should I say converse? Third period I have a study also, and since there are only a few people in the room and no one is close enough so that I can carry on a conversation, I am able to settle down to work after five or six minutes of gaping around. Fourth period — ”Si, senorita.” You have guessed: I have Spanish. There are only a few in the class and therefore you just have to do your homework as you’re sure to be called on. At the end of the period the teacher allows me to get ready for the dash to the candy counter. With a nickel clutched tightly in my hand I leap with the rest of my starving com- panions toward the candy table. Finally, get- ting close to the counter, I reach out and grab something and give the nickel to the girl. Struggling, I turn this way and that to get out of the crowd, and when I finally do I dis- cover I have purchased a bar of Tasty Yeast, which is in the first place too small, second, not worth the effort, and third, just not tasty. I guess it will have to do, and with one gulp it’s gone. Then the bell rings and I go to fifth period. In Latin I say, Porto, portas, portat” until I nearly go mad and then the teacher an- nounces that we are about to begin a new and much more interesting phase of Latin. This new pleasure comes in the form of Duco, ducis, ducit,” and believe me it’s no pleasure. Then we are assigned our homework, which consists of ten oral sentences, twenty written ones, a reading lesson, two vocabularies, and a new declension. After this, anything would be a pleasure, anything but algebra. Math is so much fun if you can do it, but for poor unfortunates like me to whom X” doesn’t mean anything but what is put in at the end of a love letter, this class is a menace to human society. But with my knowledge I manage to struggle through forty minutes of x — 2x + 4=0. After algebra comes English, the final period of the day, and by this time I am so completely frazzled that I don’t know a noun from a verb. The time passes quickly and the bell rings at one o’clock, announcing the end of school. I return to my homeroom only to learn that I must come to school at a quarter to eight the next morning because I was two-sixtieths of a minute late this morning. So ends the day! Nancy Whitney, ’46.

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THE SCREECH O X ' I. 17 Anne Chodnicky Screech Owl Club 3, 4; Assistant Editor 4; Dramatic Club 4; Senior Chorus 4; Girls’ Glee Club 4. Ann, the journalist? Ann, the actress? Which will it be? Judging from the many poems and stories she has written for our enjoyment and her stage performances, either choice would insure her success. Surely the school of journalism or dramatics will gain a valuable addition in clever Anne. Mary Cutaia Senior Chorus 4. Courteous Mary is the quietest girl in our class. Any study period will find her bent over her studies, drinking in all the knowledge possible. Hard work pays big dividends, Mary, and you will do all right for yourself. Helen D’Amico Social Committee 4; Screech Owl 4; Senior Choiais 4, Whenever you hear a contagious giggle running up and down the scale, you’ll know this tiny bit of humanity (?) is around. Her favorite pastime in school is making up excuses and alibis, and outside of school she spends her afternoons causing all the “shrinkage” at J. J’s. Mice’s keen sense of humor and friend- liness make her so well liked by all. Jennie Denisewich Class Secretary 2; Field Hockey 1, 2, 3, 4; Basketball 1, 2; Jr. Women’s Club 2, 3, 4; Social Committees 2, 3, 4; Dramatic Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Sunlight Hop Committees 4; Screech Owl 4; Senior Girls’ Chorus 4. Jennie is a quiet, unobstrusive young lady whose very silence carries weight. Jennie’s going to be a Cadet Nurse, and we’re sure that this is one uniform the boys will really enjoy whist- ling at. Eleanor Dimery Dramatic Club 1, 2; Junior Women’s Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Art Club 1; Field Hockey 1, 2; Basketball 1, 2; Cheerleader 1, 2, 3; Screech Owl 2, 3, 4; Freshman-Sophomore Social 2; Class Secretary 3; All Social Committees 3; Ring Committee 3; Junior Prom Com- mittee 3; Senior Autumn Social 4; Student Council (Secretary) 4; Senior Activities Committee 4; Senior Chorus 4. “Dim,” as she is known to her friends, is one of the more quiet (?) members of our Senior clan. In the future she will undoubtedly cheer the patients at St. Elizabeth’s as much as she has the customers at Manning’s Pharmacy.