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

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Literary What A Day With low funds in the treasury, the M. H. S. field hockey team was unable to hire a bus for the trip to Framingham. The only alternative was to go by car. Miss Tier- ney volunteered hers and Helen Sebastanowicz was also willing. Last, but not least, I was called on to supply Pop’s limousine. But since it was in use for that day, Joan (Torppa) volunteered to get Tony’s. Then the fun began. Joan got in one side and slammed the door. When she slammed her side, my side sprang and vice versa. We solved that by tying them shut with a pair of shin-guards. Finally, after stopping for some players, we took off. We had a vague idea that we were going to Framingham, but we didn’t know how to get there. With Miss Tierney in the lead and Helen follow- ing, things looked all right as we went through town and into Sudbury. Rolling along, everything looked rosy UNTIL we came to a steep hi ll. Joan, my assistant, shifted the car into second. It still wouldn’t work so I shifted the car into first. Then out of a clear sky the lovely, (heh, heh), lovely car stalled. There we were, helpless (hmmm) in the Hills of Sudbury. Some kind-hearted soul with a nice Buick con- vertible came roaring along and in answer to our frantic pleas stopped and pushed Tony’s lovely heap until it started. By then smoke was pouring up through the floor boards. We merely opened the window to let out the smoke and FROZE, and that is no lie. We weren’t discouraged, OH NO, I should say not. Not us. Not M. H. S. girls. To prove it we went out and beat the Framingham team by a score of 9 to 0. The trip home was much easier than the ride over. Though we were subject to laughter of the rest of the gang we w ' ould do it again to get another victory like that. I’m also sure that we will never forget that trip to Framingham in that gorgeous refugee from the scrap heap. Nancy Stalker, ’49 At The Movies The line is getting longer The people push and shove. The whole town always shows up To see the stars they love. Of course, You could have guessed it The group is mostly girls. Who stand and stare or giggle. Each one is in a whirl. At last they all get seated But we know that won’t last; The days when girls sat quietly Have long been gone, and past. Of course they each need popcorn And so they stumble out. Now You, perhaps think that’s bad Until they start to shout. Again they’re in their places The show’s about to start. And when the actor’s name comes Each one controls her heart. Alas, they’re very thirsty And out again they go. If this keeps up much longer They’ll never see the show. But now the place is quiet They’re ready for a shock, And sure enough it happens. The killer’s in the clock. The crowd goes wild and hollers The captives start to run. Right now, they thing it’s over But no, the hero comes. Ah Yes, it all ends happy. Now down the aisles they file ; I guess that it was worth it. As each one has a smile. Carol Lee Downey, ’49 ¥H The Winner There were two boys. The first was a kind, cour- teous boy named Paul, who was a hard working music student. After he got through all his odd jobs and

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this, an amusing cartoon on fire was shown, followed Danny Boy Barbara Doran by a film on the nature of fire. This all proved to be Polonaise (Chopin) William Sarvela very interesting and I ' m sure put all of us on the Selections Orchestra alert. Music Director Miss E. Colburn » » Assembly October 15, 1948 And thus came to a close another assembly of which we can be justly proud. ♦ » A very entertaining assembly was given under the direction of Miss Wilson. Yes, those Sophomores really have talent. The program was as follows: Introduction Barbara Manchester Reading — Look What You Did, Christopher” O. Nash. Robert Larson, Henry Nowick Trumpet Solo — Stardust” Edward D’Amico A Skit The Study Hour” CAST Mr. Parent Frank Sotrines Mrs. Parent Marian Weir Gertrude Parent Mary Labowicz Gerry Parent George Anelons Dan Paul Murphy Catherine Angelina Greeno Russell Carlisle John Taylor Ethel Carlisle Carol Novick Margaret Gertrude Cuddy Carl Thomas Cocco Trumpet Solo — Birth of the Blues” Edward D’Amico As you can see from the above cast this assembly was one of the finest. National Education Week A fine assembly was held in the Auditorium under the direction of Mrs. Ruth Clair. Each student parti- cipating represented a different nationality. The program was as follows: Selections Orchestra Pledge to the Flag Audience Star Spangled Banner Audience Master of Ceremonies George Van Son Land of Hope and Glory Chorus Freedom of Worship Barbara Mitzcavitch Ich Leebe Dick Barbara Doran Centennial of the Swedish Pioneer ....Patricia Meister Romance (Sibelius) Rachel Keto Between Two Loves Rose Terras! Loch Lomond Chorus National Honor Society Assembly Friday, November 12, 1948 A very impressive assembly was held to welcome new members into the Maynard Chapter of the Na- tional Honor Society. The program was as follows: Selections M. H. S. Orchestra Scripture Reading A. Lerer, Principal Salute to the Flag Assembly Chorus Lord’s Prayer” Introduction John Porazzo, President Interpretations: Character Rose Terras! Scholarship William Sarvela Leadership Nancy Stalker Service Viola Heckala Chorus Down South” Announcement of new members ....A. Lerer, Principal Accordion Selections Albert Mariani Presentation of Pens Ruth I. Wilson, Sponsor Congratulations Mary A. Doyle The assembly was brought to a close by the singing of the Maynard High School Hymn. Following this, a reception was held for the mem- bers and their parents and friends. The purchase of the National Honor Society pins was made possible through the contribution of the Maynard Lodge of Elks. Senior Social November 12, 1948 Again Maynard High had people coming from everywhere to attend one of the senior dances. This time celebrating Armistice Day, the auditorium was decorated in red, white, and blue. The feature of the evening was two door prizes which were won by Herbert Mallinson and Barbara Mitzcavitch. The mellow music was provided by Johnny Arena’s or- chestra and refreshments were served in the gym during intermission. Eleven-thirty brought to a close an evening which was enjoyed by all. ( 8 )

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liis homework, he would practice at every chance he found. After ten years of steady practice he became an accomplished pianist. Now to turn to the rich boy, named Richard. He played the piano, but only when he wasn’t going out with girls in one of his cars his father gave him. And after ten years he could play the piano too; not bad, but not very good either. One day he saw Paul with a beautiful blonde named Regina, and naturally he wanted her, the vil- lain; the only trouble was that she liked Paul. Richard decided to duel with Paul, the prize, of course, being Regina. They arranged to have the duel on a talent program with both competing on the pianos. Richard played and the people were polite, so they clapped a little. Then Paul played, and he played so well that the people stopped the show by their applause. So it’s obvious who won, isn’t it? Paul committed suicide. Richard won. How could he lose ? His father owned the network, and he was also sponsor of the talent show. However, the final deci- sion was up to an impartial judge, who was Richard’s father. There isn’t anything that’s a sure bet. Warren Garlick, ’49 ♦ The Dream That Came True Well, Jean, it looks as if you’ll have to attend classes this summer so that you’ll be able to go into your second year of high school next September. I hope by now that you’ll know better than to be think- ing about those silly old horses all the time instead of doing your work.’’ The eyes of the young girl filled with tears as an elderly man said these words, after glancing from the report card he held in his hand into her pleading face. She thought of the many times she had visited her uncle’s horse ranch, located about five miles from her home. How weary she became and how long that road seemed to be, but she plodded along, feet burn- ing and tired muscles aching. In her heart she was not tired, but very happy, for she knew each step carried her closer to the large ranch with its rambling buildings and spacious stable. She could hardly refrain from running when she came in sight of the large farm, its buildings gleaming and shining, resplendent in the bright morning sun- light. The brood mares with their foals and colts were contentedly grazing while a few playful ones would nip and kick their mothers and fellow play- mates. All the while the magnificent stallion. Firefly, would watch over his herd of mares and colts as a shepherd watches over his flock, his proud head set on a beautifully crested neck, always alert, always searching, for the dangers which lurk on the plains and in the hills are many. All these things filled Jean’s heart full of happiness and joy, and the many miles of walking would soon be forgotten. She would sit on the gate and watch the frisky little colts galloping around and around the field. A certain little chestnut colt, whom Jean had grown to love from the first time she had ever seen him, would always be far ahead of the others in their wild races around the pasture. He would gallop as fast as the wind across the field, jump the wide stream at the end which flowed merrily down from the nearby hills, and return to where he had started long before the others had even gone half way. To Jean, sitting on the fence, he was a dream come true. How often she had sat in school dreaming of having a horse like this one! But to dream about something and have that dream come true are two entirely different things, and when she had first seen Goldy, as she had named him, she knew he was her dream in reality, although it seemed impossible for her to have anything as wonderful as this. Every day Jean perched on the gate and whistled for Goldy, and the little colt, hearing the familiar call, would trot over to the fence. There was always a large lump of sugar and a sweet carrot waiting for him. Many times he would impatiently stamp his tiny hoofs and give Jean a friendly nip. It didn’t take long for these two, a young girl and a little chestnut colt, to become very attached to each other. Goldy would follow Jean wherever she went, even braving high fences to be with his mistress. Then one day, as usual, Jean ran over to the fence and whistled for Goldy. She listened intently for the shrill whinny the little colt always had for her. But there was no answer today. She whistled again, this time a little more impatiently. Still no answer. She closely scrutinized the herd of horses, but nowhere could she see the glossy brown coat and flashy white stockings which identified the frisky little chestnut. The bright, sunny day suddenly became very cold and gloomy to the young girl standing at the gate. Shep, the ranch watchdog, walked over to her side and understandingly placed his paw upon her arm. Jean pushed him gently aside and ran in search of her uncle. When she found him, he was seated on the top rail of the corral watching a young colt being ( lO )