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

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A PERCEPTION BY NIGHT A slirill whistle pierces the air, a long black form that glistens in the dark looms out in the distance; Although indistinctly, a faint wavering light is dimly seen, and like a huge worm, crawling on its belly, it slips on through the soft night, the sleek dark phantom of the midnight train. JuLii; D’Amico, ’47 MEMORIES M onday mornings gloomy and blue E ndless homework everyday M arks we strive so hard for 0 utside activities R eport cards and red tickets 1 ncomplete work E xaminations S ports and socials These are the memories that never will die; These are our memories of Maynard High. Ann Marie Morton, ’47 WHO CAME BACK? f That dingy house upon the hill Is haunted, so I’m told, ’Cause late at night when stars are bright. The ghosts in it unfold And float around that old graveyard, ' A singin’ in the cold. So don’t ask me to explore that place! Do you think I’m that bold? C’mon, let’s go! 1 get the creeps Just lookin ' at that place! Oh, well, okay, if you insist. I’ll tag along in case — But something tells me now, that when We get there we’ll be chased By ghosts, and haunts, and goblins, and -- Say, you’ve a determined face! I’ll let you go knock at the door. If you don’t mind. I’ll wait Right over there where I’ll be safe. Just outside the old gate — But then, on second thought. I’ll go, ’Cause being alone I hate. I wish that you would change your mind. Soon it may be too late. Hey, wait for me! Oh, gee, he’s gone Inside and I’m alone! I’m right behind you — on your heels! Good gosh, that door does groan ! Huh? Where’d he go? Hey, Johnny — Hey Gulp! What’s that funny moan? It sounds like ghosts — John can’t be far - I wish that I were home! Hey, John! Yoo-hoo! Hey, there! John ny! An echo’s all I hear! Now I can plainly understand Why this house causes fear! There goes that moan again — I’m scared! It comes from over here. I’m not leaving till I find him. How did he disappear ? I thought I heard that weird crying In this vicinity. My gosh, it’s dark! I’ll watch my step ’Cause I can barely see. I - - HELP! I’m falling through the floor! KER-ASH! My back! My knee! YEOW ! Who’s breathing on my neck ? ! ! 1 think it’s time to flee!! But I’m so scared I’m petrified, I can’t get on my feet! Who — who is that? What do you want? It’s WHO? Why John! We meet! Oh, brother, am I glad it’s you. And not a ghost I greet ! You frightened me out of my skin. My heart quadrupled its beat! 1 thought that I would soon pass out With horror and with fear; So you fell through that decayed floor. And that’s how you got here? And that was you moanin’ away? Well, now I’m glad that’s clear! But ju,st the same I’ve got the creeps. So LET’S GET OUT OF HERE ! ! Raymond ' Van Vorse, ’47

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standing, sympathized with me. In the end it was tliis kind, elderly woman who helped me to get the spirited little black mare which I now have. Also, if it were not for my parents, the most understanding and .sacrificial ones in this world, I probably would be the unhappiest, rather than the happiest girl alive. My horse Yobe and I have been going steady for exactly twelve months at the present time and we celebrated our first anniversary on November the third, nineteen hundred and forty-six. I .still have three years of high school to complete, but I am already planning my future. Once I wanted to be a private secretary, thinking I might even get the position of sitting on the boss’s knee; but realize now that I want my future to include horses, so I hope that I shall be able to have a riding school and send people home, not sitting on pillows, but with the .satisfaction that they are learning to become eque.s- trians, also. Norma Martinsrn, ’ 0 CONFESSIONS IN FRESHMAN ENGUSH In the first grade our teacher was gcx)d to us. Her name was Miss Healy. I brought her an apple every day but my mother had to stop me because we were running out of apples. Robert Holly What! Apple polishing so young! Since the first grade my nickname has been Bony.” If you have ever seen me you know why. Joan Hinds Would that we had been there, too. I can just hear my mother’s friends exclaim, Isn’t she cute and fat!” Mother told me a baby looks healthy when its fat. All I can say to that is I cer- tainly must have been a healthy baby. A. Weckstrom Cheer up! N.ipoleon did all right. Since I am of the female sex I cannot tell my age, but I wish I were twenty-one. Rose Bu.scemi And at 21 ? Then came high school! My first day I was afraid to turn around. Betty Howe Oh, for the good old days! The best part of the day was when Norma went out in the middle of the arena at Boston Garden to meet Roy Rogers and receive her prize. j. Paananen Wheaties? In the eighth grade we had dancing lessons every Wednesday evening from 6:30 to 7:30 for ten con- secutive weeks. I had a wonderful time even though I made many mistakes. B. Prie.st Save the first dance for me! I was a bouncing baby boy; I get that way because ever) one dropped me once too often. R. Dargiewicz Good squash player, eh. Two cartons of cigarettes was the amount my father smoked on that fatal morning of January 2, 19.32. He changed to cigars after he saw me. Cigarettes have made him feel sick ever since. A. Viola What is it now. Scoop, a pipe? The proudest day of my life came when I graduated into the second grade. F. Penniman Wait til 19‘ 0! On one occasion when my sister was invited to a party and was almost ready, I took her party dress and threw it into a bath tub full of water. This « made her and my mother very angry. D. Dimcry Can’t understand why! At the age of five I was in a kiddies” beauty con- test. No comments. You must realize that a lot can happen in nine years. M. O’Connell Oh what a beautiful baby! When I was five years old my parents wanted me to go to school. Children my age were allowed to go if they could pass a test. I took the test and was asked if a mule could kick me and if 1 could tie my shoe string. G. Parker and” or while” ?

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THE CONQUERED PRINCE ' I ' lierc dwelt in a town not long ago A lad — handsome and tall. He was the prince of each maid’s dream, But he was indifferent to all. Not one of the lasses appealed to him, Thus was his manly refrain; There wasn’t a girl who could call him her own. Not one in his heart did reign. He had an idol, nevertheless. An idol he could no t find, A girl who was fair and slender and sweet, A princess — pure and kind. Somehow, however, this girl of his dreams. Seemed only to live in his heart. Until one day he found that he Had been touched by Cupid’s dart. She wasn’t as glamorous as he had hoped. But her beauty was nature’s own. She was far from royal, but her twinkling eye.s. Were more friendly than he’d ever known. Her hair was long and golden. Her eyes were cerulean blue. Her laugh was like music to him. She was his dream come true. Strange how he’d never seen her. Seen her as he saw her now, h ' or he had known her from childhood. But they’d never really met, somehow. ’Till now, he had always been busy. With studies, sports, and all. And high school had .something special. Football in the fall ! But now that he’d found his sweetheart. The world would be his evermore; For he had found his princess — She was the girl next door. Shirlhy E. Wii.c;ox, ’48 LAMENTATIONS OF AN ANT What a useless life an ant must lead. Insignificant as my long lost bead. Busily carrying food to his sandy pit Then along comes man to step on it. Jiii.in D’Amk.o