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

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Mr. Russell. CAFETERIA STAFF-Row l: Mrs. Stanton, Mrs. Nutting, Mrs. Tedesco, Mrs. Osterberg. Row 2: Mrs. Piselli, Mrs. Moreau, Mrs. MacDougall. ,Z . ,f' f' W..-....,,,a,1fa......-MM.......i,f4f , f I t 5 f I saw the news today oh boy. I see the news, let out my breath, sit and wonder if it will happen tomorrow or next week. I sit and wonder what It will be and what It will be like and where It will come: It may be the use of a nuclear bomb by some- one, anywhere, It may be the week we invade China or the week they invade our Vietnam, or It may be the day all our cities get a full bath in blood and fire. It may happen, kid. I'm only a teacher and no one knows. Some kids at South think theyire growing up absurd, ideally I'd like ,my students to grow up just disturbed. Disturbed by all the mean forces that may take away their world and destroy it for them. That's one of the 2000 reasons for trying to teach. I believe in education, 28 but it's hard to really care about schools, this school, and it's often hard to be excited by most of every day, often easier to'feel that no one hears. But there's a chance, a student mayask a question, have a need to know or want to understand. Maybe I'll have been there. Maybe I can help, there's a chance. Of course there may be a few answers. Few of these who run this world have time to hear questions, or to reflect and frame answers. So maybe there are questions, and after I answer maybe you'll sit down, see the news and say: I saw the news today oh boy. Q I saw the news today oh boy. THOMAS NEBL CUSTODIAL STAFF-Row 1: Mr. Daley, Mrs Fisher, Mr. Sabetti, Mrs. Hughes, Mr. Ceclrone. Row 2: Mr. Peltier, Mr. Kulas, Mr. Farrell, Mr. Evans

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l l W INDUSTRIAL ARTS DEPARTMENT-Mr. Knapman, Mr. Lambert, Mr. Manghue. Like, I assume, most human beings, I enjoy escaping. In the matter of reading, though the flight is not necessarily away from an intolerable vision of life so much as toward another kind of vision of it that allows me to return quite squarely to where I started. Yes, reading-and certainly for that matter the entire art spectrum-is therapy: I engage in fantasy, but I awake endowed with the conviction that my journey in reality is not replaced but made more tolerable. And the particular ways words accomplish this circle are by forcing me willfully first to master a refractory medium, to learn and use its rules, next to see this rational system of language exploited to construct a conscious dream, and finally to feel the illusion of having, in effect, cheated the ubiquitous and unwieldy medium of its having truly managed me. There is obvious satisfaction 'to be realized in learning lan- guage well, in using it through articulate speech and persuasive writing, and, I think, for our purposes here to confront and see I the scheme of say, complex fiction. What I see beyond, how- ever, is that in the writer's manipulation of an existing, systema- tic medium he renders the inert, physical mass so familiar to us and makes a dream, a divine-like activity which represents l something greater than the visible us: the postulated noble l or perverse. And here enters the workable illusion, not the solitary dreaming of night or the alienating and dangerous fantasies of the psychotic or the addict but a community dream made external and therefore tangible by its appearance in a pub- licly recognizable form. We can escape then, but the gesture via art must he two- sided, for as we dream so must we wake. And while my daily l ethical systems may not he threatened or altered hy the conscious dream of reading I feel that I have perceived in a renewable and , sharable form a safe vehicle for re-entry from those things in me I dare not speak. y W. H. O,DONNELL 1 AUDIO-VISUAL DEPA RTMENT-Mrs. Burrowes DRIVER EDUCATION-Mr. Brouillette. l

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MARGARET ERSKINE 1910-1967 Few of us build our own memorials. Such a memorial is ours, how- ever, in the library at Newton South High School, built not with bricks and mortar alone, but with the precious human fabric of knowledge, breath of interest, enthusiam, and dedication found in the person of Margaret Erskine. Colleagues and students alike cherish the memory of a gallant spirit whose gentle humor, scholarly interests, and embracing compassion enriched the lives of all who knew her and were made forever glad. 29