Millis High School - Mowhawk Yearbook (Millis, MA)

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eYER [HE Shaking a bit, we entered junior high school. There had been all sorts of horrible rumors about the teachers in that place. Imagine our surprise when Miss Nolan appeared without a broom and Mrs. Kenney showed no signs of owning a pair of horns! That year ended with a bang. Miss Nolan realized this before any of us. No wonder! It was her hand under the window. And who was the brave young soul who allowed her laugh fo reverberate through the hushed room like thunder while the rest of us struggled to suppress our giggles? 1952. This is the year “Cross Over The Bridge” is popular. How apropos! Mrs. Feeley, our homeroom teacher, warns us of the bridge which we must cross from junior high into high school. It turns out to be a drawbridge and several classmates disappear half way across. YEARS The ninth grade finds us young adults full of new ideas. We hold the first Freshmen Frolic in the history of the school and do so well it becomes an annual affair. Our classes are inspiring and keep us on the go. Several did! The second year of high school welcomes us in 1954. Again our imaginations run wild and we inagurate what is now an established tradition, the Freshmen Initiation. Until now Ronny Ganusko has felt that being the only boy in the college course among ten girls is a privilege. However, this feeling changes radically when first aid classes start and his practical training is somewhat limited. The months pass slowly and painfully. We violently debate the style of our class rings. Red, square stones are the final choice and we place our order with Balfour Company.

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LOoO KING We, the students of the senior class, in order to form a more perfect illusion, to insure domestic tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general welfare, and secure the blessings of liberty to ourselves, do ordain and establish this history for the parents of this graduating class. Ladies and gentlemen, This Is Our Life. The year is 1944. A group of happy mothers hand their frivolous and active children over to an anxious first-grade teacher. Along with the fundamentals of academic learning we are also taught those first painful lessons in group sharing. | catch the measles and, having learned my lessons well, share them with my classmates. Already we are showing signs of being demons. Three teachers come and go in that one year. Looking back on our early pictures we find that we pass our awkward stage more awkwardly than most. Our teeth fall out and braces are put on the new set. Pig-tails are cut, freckles disappear, and, finally, the braces are removed. We enter the sixth grade as young ladies and gentlemen. We are really quite an intelligent group and our energy is soon directed into more productive channels. We decide selling food at football games is a good way to earn money. Unfortunately we are six years away from our Washington trip and the seniors, thinking the idea is superb, quickly take over the project. At this point a great deal of knowledge is acquired both inside and outside of school. We discover one amazing fact — post office isn’t just a building down town. BAC fk

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The rings arrive in September and-are received with due excitement. The Junior Prom is the topic of conyersation throughout the year. Pink and gray are voted for our class colors and the pink carnation is our chosen flower. We work on decorations for many months and the theme being “Under The Sea” we re- ceive the most co-operation from the boys when we fashion the mermaids. A success, the prom is behind us. We suddenly become sentimental and realize several Startling facts: 1. Th e seniors are leaving us! 2. We really liked them all along! 3. Hey, we're the seniors now! We. finally reach the. year we've been eagerly awaiting. Looking forward to our Washington trip and graduation, we find ourselves knee deep in class proj- ects. Our play, MAMA‘’S BABY BOY, under the direc- tion of Mrs. Seibel, is a great success. The footbali team is christened ‘’The Mohawks.” Although we re- ceived quite a scalping during the season, this class will not forget its warrior brayes. Our yearbook is named in their memory. An authority on many subjects, Mr. Doyle gives us a few good pointers on love. ‘Don’t worry,’ he tells us, ‘‘you’ll know when you fall in love!” The question, “BUT HOW?” follows this statement and stumps Mr. Doyle. This marks the first time he is ever at a loss for words. ‘The week of April 29 flies by quickly. Better in- formed on these, our United States, we leave for home on May 3, thankful to the townspeople, our parents, and the school faculty for making this trip possible. The Capitol is now a pleasant memory and a remarkably vivid one. Our scrapbooks are filled with many interest- ing shots, the group assembled in front of the Capitol, less formal candids at Mount Vernon and Annapolis, and finally, the superb and breath-taking silhouette of New York’s skyline as we tour the city before leaving for home via American Airlines. Thus ends the first chapter of our life. Here we are, yesterday's children and tomorrow’s adults. Qur last twelve years have been happy years and their memories are dear to us. These years saw our characters molded and our personalties developed. Today, as seniors, we feel superior to our six hundred underclassmen. To- morrow we will once again be freshmen in an adult world of over two billion people. Perhaps then we will realize more than eyer the true meaning of our class motto: “He who knows others is learned, He who knows himself is wise.’ BARBARA MAEL