Middleborough High School - Timaron Yearbook (Middleborough, MA)

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Memorial High School [ ] Class of Forty - Eight CLASS HISTORY WESTON KELLEY The Spirit of ' 48 Speaks Oh, that first day! Were we ever nerv- ous ! 1 ' 11 never forget the uneasy feeling I had when we walked into the halls of M. H. S. It was a good thing we weren ' t given M. H. S. in one big dose. The second day, as you remember, the big upper classmen came to step on us after we had seen M. H. S. corridors for one day with just Frosh crawling around. We were then the vic- tims of about 400 inferiority complexes, but look at us now, graduating from the highest class in high school. About now, attention was also focused upon a new addition to the class — Thomas Bujanski. The officers elected to be the voice of the freshman class in the Student Council of M. H. S. were: President- Donnie Mit- chell ; Vice-President, Eddy Clark ; Treas- urer, George Deane; and Secretary, Gwen Cahoon. It ' s funny, but to me the dances of the past four years seem to mean much more now than they did in their time. How many remember the first Social of the year? Let ' s see — I guess that was the Get Acquainted Social where we were stepped on as usual, but just the same, we had a pretty good time. We were serenaded by records of the newly-organized Teen Canteen. Our Sophomore year ! Then came our golden opportunity to shine. The upper classmen were just about used to us by now so we could forget about them for the time being and concentrate on the incoming Frosh. Boy ! What fun ! ! A meek Fresh- man boy would approach you and ask in a squeaky voice, Could you please direct me to the gym ? Cunningly, you would lead him down the corridor and point down a flight of stairs. In his rush, however, he ' d not take note of the sign above the door that read, GIRLS . Savage amusement!! Also that year, Terry Shea joined our ranks and rapidly proved herself to be one of the out- standing female wits of the class. Our class officers this vear were : President, Donnie Mitchell ; Vice-President, Buzz Bosari ; Treasurer, Gene Anacki ; and Secretary. Phyl Holt. Our Junior year was our biggest yet, socially as well as scholastically. There didn ' t seem to be any end to the homework and we were kept pretty busy with Canteen, socials and parties. We who were fortunate enough to go must admit that the Junior Prom was the biggest and best of these e- vents. With Ken Reeves ' orchestra, it was one of the outstanding social functions of the year. The class officers that year were : President, Buzz Bosari ; Vice-President, Donnie Mitchell ; Secretary, Gwen Ca- hoon ; Treasurer, Gene Anacki. We can ' t neglect the arrival of Connie Marsden, who added feminine interest to M. H. S., and Terry Dahlquist, who had a few choice words for anybody who had an hour to listen. Three Juniors of this year went to Boston Garden to play in the State Tournament. These same boys also played a big part in forming still a better team in their Senior year. It isn ' t hard to remember back to the first of this school year when we became the big shots of M. H. S. As usual, our first duties were the election of officers who were : President, Buzz Bosari ; Vice-President, Benny Rosen; Secretary, Connie Marsden; Treasurer. Curly Deane. As we roamed the corridors of M. H. S., our ears were greeted by a sound of foreign footsteps. Clicking heels and shuffling feet announced the arrival of John Dutcher, one of the witty optimists of the Senior class. I think that we will all have to agree that the last half of our Senior year was the hardest six months we ever put into school with stiff mid-years and finals, dances, extra -curri- cular doings, and graduation activities. Brief- ly summing up the graduation activities, in which we all had a part, the graduation went over big, as well as smoothly. The banquet and class day exercises provided us with one last taste of M. H. S. (good chicken pie, wasn ' t it?) Our class trip also meant fun for everyone. Last, but by no means least, our Reception, which was our last Senior fling together, brought joy and tears as well as good memories from the night before (morning after), to all attending. Well, that ' s about it and so now I ' ll have to be getting back to — Oh ! I forgot ! You ' re not supposed to know where we spirits live. So Long and Good Luck