North Andover High School - Knight Yearbook (North Andover, MA)

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THE GOBBLER-1944 JOHNSON HIGH SCHOOL our cities, our highways, the social structure of the community. Elaborate scientific studies have been made, at great expense, over large areas and long periods of time. When we turn from his surroundings to man himself, the future seen by the scientists is equally exciting. American chemists, with infinite patience and consummate technical dexterity, have given to the medical pro¬ fession a brand new combination of the atoms with which the doctors make their wondrous cures. New methods of treatment continue to pour out of research laboratories. These discoveries cut a wide path through the tangled jungle of diseases in which medicine has been groping towards the horizon. How are these things to be realized in a world where people continue to kill each other off in a series of wars? All soaring minds and hearts long for a Federa¬ tion of the World, when man has drawn his sword for the last time, and accepts the fundamental truth that God has made of one blood all the nations of the world. After thousands of years we have only begun to glimpse the future’s promise; young men and women armed with the disciplined freedom of science will be the keynote of America’s future security. It is the prerequisite of the survival of civilization. Tonight the Class of 1944 says goodbye to Johnson. This is a day of sadness and joy all intermingled. We regret to think that the many happy hours spent here are gone forever. But at the same time our hearts contemplate the new and different work we shall soon commence in a broader world. Before we make our final adieu, we wish to thank Mr. Hayes, our principal and leader, for his unstinting time and efforts. To our faculty, we extend our deepest appreciation for your patience and guidance. To our schoolmates, we leave the time-worn traditions of Johnson, hoping that you, too, will pass them on. Classmates, these past four years of work and play have left a deep and pleasant impression upon all of us. May the y guide and inspire us in our life work. And now the Class of 1944 bids you a fond farewell. Joan Fitzgerald CLASS HISTORY i-| T LAST, after four long years, the doors of Johnson High slowly close on P the Class of ’44. They will close on another class next year, and another ]j and another, but their joys and pleasures will be theirs, not ours. We have gone, but the memory of the four years that we have spent here will live with us forever. When we entered school in September, 1940, we were the same nervous, twittering freshmen that we have looked upon, perhaps disdainfully, for the past three years. We were guests of the Seniors at the Senior-Freshman dance early in the year, and an unforgettable occasion it was. This was the year 25

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THE GOBBLER-1944 JOHNSON HIGH SCHOOL Catholics and Jews, liberals and reactionaries—to live side by side with no great difficulty or embarrassment. Let us traverse the golden road to peace and happiness by making mutual trust and understanding the password to the new era, so that all nations, races, creeds, forms of government, and philosophies of life, may truly all be united in “One World.” Barbara L. Dandeneau VALEDICTORY New Horizons E ARE living in a modern world where science and invention accelerate the pace of all life. Change is the law of life. Resistance to change is a sin most implacably punished by nature. In a speech to the workers of a Nazi armament factory Hitler said that this is a war between two worlds. He is right. Inexorably, it is a war of annihilation between two worlds. It is a war between the Old World and the New World, not geographically, but spiritually. The Old World is the enslavement of the body, mind and soul of man. The New World is freedom. Without freedom of thought and its expression, science would not exist, and without science, we could not hope for man’s ultimate freedom. Since the dawn of history, and probably in prehistoric eras, men have struggled and died for freedom to know the truth, that others might be free. From the seed of liberty grew America. Scope was offered to the free play of man’s versatile and constructive genius. In a free Republic education is the real mother of invention. Today there are more students in American universi¬ ties and colleges than in all the universities and colleges of all the other nations of the world. Blest with great material resources, even in these recent times of economic perplexity, we have remained the best fed, the best housed, the best clad country in the world. Emergence of creative genius is relatively easy where all breathe the air of freedom. Man is an infinite reservoir of imagination, devo¬ tion and accomplishment. War—with all its destruction—is like a catalyzer that speeds a valuable reaction. From the rubble of destruction and the chaos of the present day, man must think in terms of constructive prescience. Research men agree that the conditions we cannot foresee now are the very ones most likely to develop. What sort of world lies just ahead, if the things that already exist in the laboratory can be brought into the practical realm of everyday life? Electronics, magic secret weapon of war now, will become a new wonderland for you at war’s end; there will be untold wonders of ingenuity and comfort, convenience and entertainment. Imagine cooking your roast in six seconds; leaving your windows open wide when it’s zero outside, yet heating your house electronically; phoning your wife while flying over China. You and electronics are opening upon a great future together—exciting, wondrous, full of delights. The scientist has been looking at many other aspects of our civilization— r J 24

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THE GOBBLER-1944 JOHNSON HIGH SCHOOL President Roosevelt was reelected. The same year that we had an unbeaten football team. We elected Ray Sullivan class president and Paul Hulub and Marian Stewart vice-president and secretary. They held these offices for four years. When we returned the next fall, we were a different class. Haughty and proud, we were now much less inclined to behold the seniors with reverence. We were sophomores. This was our first year of school in war time. We were given instructions in case of air raids, made model planes for the Navy, and enrolled in the new pre-flight course. Two new teachers, Miss Donlan and Miss Torpey, were added to the faculty. Harry MacPherson was our star baseball player, and Shirley Hamilton, the present editor-in-chief, was already on the Journal staff. Thus our second year ended. Our third year was harder, but none the less enjoyable. We were Juniors now, and could shoulder responsibilities. The year started with a barn dance given by the seniors, one of the best dances that we had had. We were still at war, and our activities showed it. We had scrap drives, tested the drinking water, and started the Victory Corps. Girls trained as nurses’ aides. Gym class¬ es were introduced for the first time. This year we triumphed over every oppo¬ nent in football except Punchard. We went to the Junior-Sophomore dance, and in June we went to the Junior-Senior supper. Our third year was over and past, and at last we were Seniors. We went to the Senior-Freshman dance and were quite amused at the Freshmen. Again two teachers were added to the staff. They were Miss Kelly and Miss Sheridan. We beat Punchard this year 30-0 and Ray Sullivan was awarded the Boston Post Star for his splendid work. Our class sold over $400 worth of war stamps, and the entire school sold over $1700 worth. Some of our members are already in the service, and with graduation many more will follow. We have spent four years at Johnson, working, studying and playing, and I know that to all of us they were four of the most enjoyable years we have known, four of the best we’ll ever know. Herbert Sperry CLASS WILL flE, THE Graduating class of 1944, make this last attempt to imprint upon the minds of the faculty and bestow upon those lucky Juniors our various charming ways, brilliant minds and magnetic personalities. First, our Senior class president, Ray Sullivan, leaves his astounding per¬ formances on the football field and elsewhere to his namesake, Jackie Sullivan. See if you can keep up the famous Sullivan reputation! Mildred Amshey passes on to Rita Malek her unforgettable giggle. To Carl Schofield, an ardent Shostakovitch fan, goes all the boogie-woogie music Ralph Davis has accumulated during his career. Louise Cuomo leaves her job as Miss Torpey’s secretary to Hazel Wood. See if you have as much patience, Hazel! 26