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

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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

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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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crooking ack The Alumni column is dedicated this year to the valedictorians of the past ten years. Elfrieda M. Dittrich, 1936. Frieda studied steno- typing at the Winslow Secretarial School for two years and is now employed as a hearing stenographer at the Division of Employment Security, Board of Review in Boston. Laura Salminen, 1937. Laura, after graduating, went to an Art School in New York. She was a fashi on designer in both New York and Boston. Laura is now married to Arthur Cochran. Mary Latva, 1938. After graduating in 1938, Mary trained at Massachusetts General Hospital. Now Mrs. Willard Rawn, she lives in Maynard. Irene Morrill, 1939- After graduation Irene worked as a secretary for the L. J. Peabody Company. She then took a position in St. Louis. Irene is now married to C. J. Mahan and has two children. Benjamin Gudzinowicz, 1940. Bennie was the popular editor of the Screech Owl for 1940. Bennie entered the Army Air Corps and served for three years and he is now majoring in chemistry at Clark University. Jean Davis, 1941. Jean went to Boston University College of Practical Arts and Letters, graduating in 1943 . She then w ' ent to work for the Liberty Mutual Insurance Company where she is still employed. Irma Koivu, 1942. After graduating Irma worked tor the Optical Company in Southbridge. She then took a Civil Service exam and has been working for the government at the Ammunition Dump in May- nard. Helen Kuprianchik, 1943. Helen was formerly employed at the local War Price and Rationing Board. At present she is a bookkeeper-teller at the Maynard Trust Company. Helmi Kulmala, 1944. Helmi graduated from the Katherine Gibbs School in 1946. Now married to Mr. H. Salo, a commercial artist, she lives in Brook- lyn, New York. Walter Johnson, 1945. Mike, the popular all around football and baseball star, is now in the Army, stationed at Louisville Hospital, Fort Knox, Ken- tucky, where his present task is giving blood tests. He expects to be discharged from the Army in January; then Mike intends to go to the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. In 1946 highest honors were shared for the first time when Helen Ketola and Eileen Bell had exactly the same average. Eileen Bell, 1946. Eileen was known in school as the girl that rings a bell” with her brain. She is now attending Boston University, taking the Liberal Arts Course, and majoring in Chemistry. Helen Ketola, 1946. Helen, well known for her A’s is also attending Boston University. She, too, is taking the Liberal Arts Course, majoring in Chemistry. Nancy Stalker, ’49 Rachel Keto, ’50 ( 12 )