New Bedford High School - Crimson Log Yearbook (New Bedford, MA)

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GAMS The feminine counterpart of the R. O. may be found in a smart group of young lassies snappily attired in white shirts, black ties and skirts, and gray overseas hats cocked at jaunty angles on highly held heads. In this battalion led by Major Joyce O’Neil and supervised by Miss Lord, girls not only learn self-control and grooming but receive basic training that would no doubt be priceless to a future WAC, WAVE, SPAR, or Marine. 29

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{Ree (OP 1b ee Hip, two, three, four —- down the street comes a crack unit of New Bedford High School’s R. O. T. C. led by Cadet Major Armand Gagnon and accompanied by its unique drum and bugle corps. Besides teaching the boys neatness, physical fitness, courtesy, and obedience to law, Sergeant Harold G. Kendall and Lieutenant Edward S. Irwin do an excellent job of im- pressing them with the fact that one cannot lead others until he has mastered himself; however, it seems the boys are quick to learn, for it has been observed that they do quite well leading pretty, starry-eyed young ladies in charming formals over a perilously wax- ed floor at one of the year’s biggest social events, the Semi-Ann. 28

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Seated—Alice Agostinho, Pres., Patricia Farrell, Vice Pres., Marilyn McCarthy, Secretary, Barbara Burke, Treasurer. First row—Helen Swistak, Pierette Bougie, Pauline Gamache, Annette Boulanger, Sandra Rusitzky, Dor- othy Gracia, Joan Russell, Christine Gartaganis. Second row—Carmen Perez, Virginia Pearson, Gloria Vinho, Mary Rapoza, Betty McCartney, Alice Suczewski, Shirley Horton, Irene Marotte. Third row—Grace Tripp, Eileen Lyons, Roberta Sibor, Jean Wall, Barbara Meade, Mary James, Irene Wak, Shirley Campos, Florence Cole. Fourth row—Helen Osuch, Dawn Batchelder, Dorothy Kavanaugh, Noreen Smith, Jeanette Rose, Irene Sheehan, Marjorie Small. Fifth row—Dorothy Parsons, Nancy McCrohan, Anita Trufelman, Virginia Marder, Barbara McGuiness, Shirley Seddon, June White, Mary Lyn Kerwin, Joyce O’Neil. GIRLS’ LEAGUE As we were on our way down to Miss Lord’s recently we found a little brown notebook with the following schedule in it outside of 101. Monday: Help at Fort Rodman hospital . . . go home and have dinner . . . wash dinner dishes . . . read newspaper . . . homework (bless the dear). Tues- day: Go straight home after my chocolate soda and daily gossip session, and do homework . . . get dressed . . . dinner . . . dishes . . . funnies . . . at seven sharp, Charlie. Wednesday: Take care of Betty Jane . . . roll bandages . . . bone up on English. Thursday: Go down to City Mission and help with activities . Here we stopped and looked up to see Miss Lord smiling at us. “We just found this notebook outside of your door, Miss Lord,” we said. Taking it and glancing at the name inscribed on the inside cover, she exclaimed, “Why that’s one of my Girls’ League members!” Since we seemed quite interested in the league, our social adviser went on to tell us that each year the Senior Girls’ League, composed of fifty upperclassmen and the Junior Girls’ League, made up of twenty-five Freshies and Sophs interested in social work, band together in a club to serve the com- munity and at the same time build their own individual characters. We consider this quite a worthwhile target. Don’t you? 30