Newton South High School - Regulus Yearbook (Newton, MA)

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administration i I Mrs. McGuire, Secretary to the Afiiftant Principal Mrs. Letteney, Secretary to the Principal A 'ifgww fmpixi an MAIN OFFICE STAFF: Mrs. Santucci, Mrs. Gilroy, Mrs. Mendelsohn, Miss Leone, Miss Lawless. Not Preient: Mrs. Kempenin.

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Mr William D. Geer, Ir., Principal l Miss Sweeney, Assistant Principal Each year the editors of Regulus attempt to capture and to chronicle three years of the lives of some five hundred plus students who make up the graduating class of Newton South. Despite the clear success of the editors of this and all other past yearbooks, something intangible is always missing from this record of school and from the formal graduation ceremonies that take place in June. By the time this book is in print, and the Class of 1968 has escaped into the swirl of symposium, the prom and graduation, the most significant aspect of your life at South will have vanished. Gone forever is the particular clang of locker doors and the special layering of old math papers, boots, lollipop wrappers, and book covers that you exposed each morning during the daily ritual of arriving and preparing for class. Next year the same ritual will continue but it won't be the same. The knots of old friends on the Goodwin benches will change, and those of us who stay will notice that the particular quality that you gave to the school has vanished. Classes, halls, and parking lots are never the same from year to year. Already the particular quality which you brought to school has faded, and the Class of 1969 has begun to establish its special and intangible individuality. It is fitting that you who are leaving and we who stay pay due notice to the special nature of the Class of 1968, which is now a thing of the past, and recognize that this nature and the contribution that each of you made to it are the most important gifts that you have given to the school. WILLIAM D. GEER, JR.

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f 3 2 i Rott! 1: Miss Hatch, Mr. Nye, Miss Allen, Mrs. Friemarck, Miss Mr. Chamberlain, Mr. MacKerron, Miss Silk. Not Prefent: Miss Lanigan, Department Head, Mr. Cams. Row 2: Mr. Youngblood, Cornick, Mr. Crouse, Mrs. Hansberry, Mrs. Hubbard, Mrs. Ratner, Mr. Slater, Mr. Weiner, Mr. O'Donnell, Mr. Goggin, Mrs. Kargman, Miss Smith, Mrs. Yerkes. english department Sometimes it doesn't take much-maybe a glance at a newspaper headline or a few words of a news broadcast-to make you wonder how what you're doing every day of the week, morning, noon and night, Hts into the whole scheme of things. Who really cares when the verb monter is conjugated with Metre and when it's conjugated with avoir ? Is it really important to learn some inane set of formulas for Chemistry? So what if you get an A or an F on a test or if you ever write or grade that composition? What's that have to do with what's really important in the world, such as the war in Vietnam, civil rights, local and national elections, etc? Often, nothing at all, which makes things all the more frustrating. And, then again, are these problems worth thinking about? Maybe we do the what seem to be menial tasks because they're within the realm of our competence, whereas the other issues are beyond our total comprehension. Or, maybe they do represent a part of the big picture. I don't think any of us has the answer for anybody else. However, if ,we can't justify in our own mind the time and energy spent on our given tasks, the future looks pretty grim, which is a rather unhappy prospect, particulary when there is so terribly much to be gained simply by opening our eyes occasionally to the world beyond our own little one. There are so many people to know, so many things to find out about, that it's some- times exasperating when you realize that you don't even have the time to listen to a record or go to a movie, and there you are again, right back where you started, trying to figure out what's worth it. This dilemma can be depressing but, at the same time, it certainly makes life terribly exciting, even at school, thank goodness. JOAN LEIGHTON