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

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TRAFFIC SQUAD Three pairs of eyes shift furtively to the wall clock. Click! They quietly slip out of the room to their sentry posts. By two's and three's others come out of rooms and separate. The captain checks and double checks. Every- thing is ready. At the bell signal for changing of classes the traffic squad is mobilized on all floors. This service organization pro- vides for the school a regulating mechanism to keep sensible order in the corridors. Concentrating their forces in the most congested area, they are able to act as guide-posts without even moving or speaking. The rush of late students, the trouble of going to a first floor post, the cheerful poke in the ribs from friends who sneak up behind them--all contribute to the work of be- ing a traffic oHicer, and yet, the pay is good. Two minutes of class time at the end of each period is the pay which the officers receive, and they seem quite satisfied with it. Of course, they are really glad to offer their services, and to inconvenience themselves, for, if one should examine rec- ords carefully, the traffic officers are the type of kids who engage in extra work in many of the varied school activities. Often, they are among the most outstanding members of the class. NORTH STAR Just as Quincy is part of the I-lub of the Universe , with branches of influence extending from it in all directions, so Room 320 is the center of all North Staff activity, with tentacles of influence radiating from it to all parts of the school and far beyond its borders. Room 320 is the nuc- leus and coordinating link between the journalistic, advertis- ing, and circulation branches of the Staff. It is there that Mr. Irving Sclarenco, sponsor and faculty advisor for the Star' delves into the mysteries and problems of newspa- per publication and invariably comes up with the right answers. If Room 320 wanted to talk, it would probably say something like this: All day long I watch over the classes that sit in my chairs and use my desks. When 2:30 finally comes, I think 'maybe I can relax now and gird my strength for tomorrow's work.' But no. No sooner are classes over than twenty or thirty more students pile in to argue, shout. plan, and keep me from getting the rest I deserve after a hard day's work. Don't those kids ever go home ? Yes, Room 320, they do go home. But soon they're back to plan bigger and better editions of the Novtth Star.

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