Millis High School - Mowhawk Yearbook (Millis, MA)

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Dedicated to a Devoted Veacher and Ab Loyal Friend. . Mr. Damon, a devoted teacher and a loyal friend, has provided the Class of 1964 with guidance and leadership for the past four years. His patience, generosity, and enthu- siasm have inspired many to strive for per- fection in both citizenship and scholarship. As Student Council Adviser, Mr. Damon has helped initiate better organization in the school government and has thus aided the en- tire student body. His interest in the opin- ions of others exemplifies his strong belief in the merit of the ideas of all students. Therefore, we, The Class of 1964, wish to show our appreciation and admiration for Mr. Damon by dedicating our yearbook to him. We extend to him our deep gratitude for all he has done for us and our sincere wishes for his continued success. Mr. Harry C. Damon vid)

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Sn Hemoriam “... Let helword go forth From this tine and place, To friend and joe alike, That the torch has heen passed To a new generation of Americans... We publish a yearbook annually in order that the academic achievements and social successes of the year may not be forgotten. Yet, the importance of these accomplishments seems petty in the shadow of the year’s most tragic event—the assassination of our beloved President. For twelve years, we, the Class of 1964, have dreamed of the memories that would be gath- ered in our final days at Millis High School. Now, if there were only some way we could sweep these from the sands of time, perhaps we could like- Wise eliminate the tragic events of November 22, 1963. His successes were as numerous and diverse as his hopes. He faced Communism in Cuba, segregation in Mississippi, and revolution in Viet- nam. Each time he turned defeat into victory; each time he won new friends and admirers. He saw for the United States a place as world leader in a vast movement for peace; his fondest wish was for world cooperation. Is it not ironic that this great President who led our nation through social, political, and military turmoil should die at the hands of a single dissenter amid a throng of admirers? Did his final hour not show to the world the variety and completeness of his successes? The march of the world’s leaders, the uncontrollable sobs of a confused nation, the salute of a small boy—all these are part of the unforgettable testimony. But now his trial is over, his job is done and he is gone. He has passed on to us the torch. Are we capable of facing the challenge and making his dreams a reality?