North Quincy High School - Manet Yearbook (North Quincy, MA)

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In distant years when mirth is lll0lilIlCllUlj llvhcn huisterous shunts ht-come hut dis This class may fatlnnn present fully. Anal realize the joy now in disguise. The dizzy, whirling urhit of eighteen. At forty years may think Z1 hit on now, mul sighs. With sight unhlinclecl hy these petty scraps .Xncl intrigues which conceal the nunce, 'Tis then this rnoment's dizzy ecstasy Will throb in a nostalgic memory As apex of a life when horn declines. Yet tells eternally that old story: I truw. A life whose happiest hours are lived in school, And then, uh irony. with grudge or hate Which later changes to a drear regret, Bemoaning youth's then dead delight-too late. Kenneth Henry

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L0 lil G BACKWADD LWITH APoLoG1Es TO BELLAMY5 1932-lYho fails to remember his advent into that mysterious and long-awaited Junior High School? The thrill of it! To be one of a huge factory which daily moved about at set hours to specific classes now called periods, and to be one of the group which ate in a real cafeteria every noo11 was a privilege indeed. The thrills grew. An audiophone was something remarkable to be spoken of at home. The1'e were school newspapers and stickers, and book covers, and all kinds of sports. There was even a school magazine, and one could make contributions like a real author. Remember your first attempt at fiction writing which you earnestly passed in and lost forever more? Recall also the first time anything of yours was accepted and how absolutely curdled you feel to read it today? How we used to revere the Seniors in those days. They were absolutely above our ken, yet do you feel that wonderful today especially after you have received your report card? The girls used to be horrified at the flagrant use of lipstickt!D and rouge but take a look around now. The boys used to stand in mute adoration before their football and others sports' heroes, and now some of them have attained the longed-for sweaters. How time fiies! 1933-Ah that year when the feminine joys Q ?D of sewing were put aside for those of faithfully turning out burned pastry and unedible vegetables! The male mem- bers of the class were thrilled to be actually working in a real high school shop. The pinched fingers and slightly sawed skin assumed a new and more honorable significance. A new significance was also given to that hitherto simple subject called arithmetic, now called mathematics and no longer simple. The intricacies of simple things such as this one caused much anguish in our tender hearts-If A has X apples and B has to walk m miles to L to obtain a new Easter outfit, how much will H apricots cost when onions are cheap and Aunt Lydia has a new green feather in her hat? Also we discovered about this time that to our intense disgust the wind didn't just blow and the ocean didn't just flow ta rhyme!D but that there was rhyme and reason to them somewhere Qwe're still a bit foggy about some of it but we did learn thatl. Geography, in other words, became a new and intensely deadly subject. History also became appalling. lYe were forced to take millions of notes on laws and rules and acts which we only had to study over again in U. S. History. Remember the mourning the boards were draped in preparatory to a test? 1934-At last life began to be worth living. We were sufficiently grown to have a real class organization and we were almost in High School! And our first class dance which in most cases was our first dance 'iNIember how we dashed around asking about dresses and gloves and were you wearing organdy' and who were you going with and didn't you think that--and so ad infinitum. The charming songs were finally sung to doting parents and the dance arrived. The female contingent was decked out en masse in the good old organdy, and it felt quite thrilled to hang onto the arm of anything in pants. Whoever said the romantic age was passed, didn't ever visit this school. 'IO