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

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1937-At last! The never-to-be-forgotten joy of being a Senior. The thrill is never the same again, nor could it ever be as enjoyable with five grades to lord it over. Un the traffic squad those with a domineering turn of mind could exercise their traits with sneering glee. Un the cafeteria squad much the same idea was there only we could gather round, talk, and enjoy ourselves. Thus we either made the infants envy the noble Senior or appalled them with our frivolity. However, we were able to stalk up and down very haughtily and act as one aloof from the common herd. Then of course we always had each other's pictures to gape over and make the most pleasant and hypocritical remarks about this or that toothy leer. Any group gathered round in the corridor was a signal for a huddle over somebody's pictures. The appearance of a teacher was the signal for a rapid breakup. Everybody was getting a bit more blasc about all the romances, young and old, and no longer did the cry .limmy's gut a gur-rl resound when a young lady was escorted by a young gentleman HJ. However, no one resisted the temptation to put in a few digs here and there. and some of them had claws. However school had to go on despite the new excitement, and typing, physics, shorthand and all the rest went on for weary weeks. The poor slaves to physics went around with a mildly puzzled look similar to that of the students taking fourth year math ltrigonometry and solid geometryh all looking as if they didn't know which direction they were headed Kas most of them didn't 5. English continued to fry to make us appreciate English literature and French con- tinued to try and make us appreciate French tsupposedlyj literature. By the time we had reached our last year in French we began to wonder who really could get the lowest mark, and the keenest competition developed between the class members. We were delighted or indignant, according to type, to find that Senior If S. history does not require so much in the way of dates as it does knowledge in writing compositions. History had a funny way of developing into a geography class. and we learned the most amazing facts about Lancaster, Penn. Did you know that it was lvnited States capitol for a day? Also we discussed quite a few other things including polygamy, the gold problem, and how our class members would look in khaki. English turned into almost a year of poetry, and we waded through volumes and wrote hundreds of papers and reviewed libraries full of books. good and bad, old and new. Qlncidently our benevolent professor has a book worth thirty-five bucks if you ever get broke.l Now to return to the more pleasant things of life. The girls of the good old Girls' Club gave the fair dames a chance to model their latest in semi-formals at their dance and did they shine! In the glory of the rainbow and all for vanity just like Eve's fig leaves! How time flies! The Bunny Hop brought with it a new era of letting the decorations stay up for a while. About the last month of school all the tender-hearted and loyal began to feel a little queer about leaving the good old alma mater. The looks drooped, and even a tear or two was shed. After final report cards we can quite imagine a few tears being shed and not from sadness at leaving either. The usual fight over caps and gowns, dance favors, and dates took place but as usual everything cleared up. The crowd marched, the orchestra played, and the couples were duly received. Then graduation! Diplomas and new clothes pleasantly mixed with a sadness and a gladness and the Class of '38 had vanished through the portals. Dorothy Farmer 'IQ

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Life that year wasn't all thrills I regret to say. tYe really had to work sometimes, altho' those were still the days when we had time to read library books in the study periof s. .Xnd our first introduction to Latin when we took the college course was most terrible. ltemember those stories about Lucius and somebody-or-other else wfio did the stupidest things in order that we might learn Latin. Uh the fun we hat with algebra! Wie began to know a little something about homework then ane a little more about high school work. And in linglish remelnber that first introduction to Shakespeare in The Merchant of Venice and how we all declaimee parts from it and rewrote the ending. 1935- The thrills of the ninth grade over, remember how relieved you felt to be actually and otlicially a part of the senior high Cat least I got there even if you didn't D? The sad part of the ninth grade had been that we were too old to conde- scend to mere seventh and eighth graders, but unfortunately we were also far, far, too young to expect anything but mere tolerance from the senior high. The hitter struggle with languages continued. From the thrilling CU battles of faesar one turned to the study of French. The corridors resounded with the grunts and squawks of the sweating innocents trying to absorb various sounds. As vocabulary words were forced on us, we commenced reading insipid or infantile stories to add still more to our humble knowledge. This store of knowledge was called into desperate use during the test when anyone in the class could have heard a feather hit the floor like a ton of bricks. Some, however, scorned this type of joy and preferred to dissect harmless frogs, and startish who had never done them any wrong. lfore joy was added to the overflowing cups when we took up geometry. All other math became child's play when it came to proving propositions. We also found there were innumerable ways of proving the theorem of Pythagoras, none of which we ever learned including the one we were supposed to. Those courageous souls who forfeited the above joys to be a secretary and marry the boss thrilled to the tinkle of the typewriters as they wrote thousands of utterly meaningless and asinine phrases. The great trouble was the stupid things didn't always work and quite often fremember the hours after schooll they failed to land in the right places. .Xlso preconceived ideas of nice simple arithmetic problems were rudely smashed when they collided with some of the things you had to do in business arithmetic. l936W'Timc Marches Un! The eleventh grades almost a Senior and we had al- ready begun to swell a little from anticipation. llowever, all that year wasn't fun. Some of us unfortunates struggled under a burden of five majors. Uh, the joy of having a date with the one-and-only and also five subjects homework when each teacher expected uf lcusf an hour on his subject. Guess what you did! .Xnd remember too how in junior high you used to love the assemblies and look forward to them. Now you found yourself despising them from the depths of your heart and were pleasantly surprised when one was any good. l.et me hasten to add that any assembly which came during class period was fully ac- ceptable no matter how bad it might be. In the college course the thrills of chemistry and biology were ever with us. Yet how disappointed we were when nothing serious happened the whole year. Wie would recall and ever hear now harrowing tales of eyes nearly blinded or terrible scars from nitric and sulphuric acid. The most that ever happened to us was runs in our stockings from some spattered nitric. '11

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