Norton High School - Sojourn Yearbook (Norton, MA)

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But wait! ! Wasn ' t something cut out of that reel? Surely such light pass-over of the trip is going to bring clamors for the facts. A week so appropriately spent in modeling her for the equally hectic life she will spend after her production is released. No tears, no sighs — for her emotions have been made to be used only when the director shouts tears. No, she doesn ' t even feel slightly homesick but don ' t you when you remember CLASS OF 48 TRAVELS The Seniors and chaperons, Mr. and Mrs. Yelle, awoke early April twenty-fifth to meet at Norton High School. The first warning of our perennial headache on the trip reared itself when one group arrived five minutes late. By auto, the class was transported to the station in Providence for the take-off, at 7:55. Boarding the train, everyone settled themselves in the few, widely-scattered seats available and pro- ceeded to. be entertained by means of magazines, crocheting, cards, and talking. Excitement ran rampant when a telegram for Miss Geraldine LeClaire was announced over the loud-speaker. On arriving at Grand Central Station, we were greeted by Mr. Beckham, the B. O. representative, who, by ferry and bus, got us to Jersey City where we continued our trip to Baltimore, Maryland. Our running mates, Topsfield High School Seniors, boarded our semi-private car at Philadelphia. Lunch on the train was fun, but the bottoms of the N. H. S. feet can vouch that the distance to the Club car (first car) was at least two miles. Bud Skipper transported the group from the train to the Hotel Hamilton in D. C. via his bus and left us with the soon-to-be perpetual warning, Be on time tonight. After a delicious dinner of creamed chicken, Bud rushed us off to the Congressional Library, and later, we passed through the city and viewed the illuminated Lincoln Memorial, Washington Monument, and the Capital. Monday night leaves memor- ies of window-hooting, pajama trotting, mysterious burglar alarms, patient waiting for lost members and don ' t come in here, I ' m dressing! ! After a suprisingly short night, we were awakened by Ding-a-ling. It is now 6:30. The Bureau of Printing and Engraving, the Smith- sonian Institute, White House and the Washington Monument all felt the sensation of a visit from us, and our tired legs bear witness to the fact that there are too many steps in the Washington Monument. After

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Now, after having studied the governments of our fleet as a whole and also that of our own small ship, we were interested in finding out how the larger ships, such as the U. S. S. Taunton and the U. S. S. Attleboro were run. So we were very pleased when the Captain of the U. S. S. Taunton invited us to abserve their methods. We accepted his invitation and for a day and an evening we held various posts from as low as a cabin boy to the highest office of Captain. Meanwhile, several students had been busy preparing for college. Five had taken scholarship exams and one had become alternate at Katharine Gibbs. The most exciting experience of the year was our Class Trip to Wash- ington, D. C. and New York chaperoned by Mr. and Mrs. Yelle. Mr. Beckham from the B. O. Railroad Co. arranged our tour which every- one enjoyed thoroughly. With the announcement of our two honor students, Anita Roberge and Geraldine LeClaire, we suddenly became aware that the time was fast approaching when we should bid farewell to the U. S. S. Norton. And that time was June 24, 1948 — Graduation. The voyage through High School is ended, but now we must sail our individual crafts into the great sea of life. Joan Ash

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a delicious dinner of creamed chicken, we devoted our afternoon to visiting the Arlington National Cemetery, the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, and Mount Vernon. On our return from Mount Vernon, we stopped at the Washington Airport, where everyone hurriedly loaded his camera to snap the planes in flight. Tuesday being the night off, those lucky note-endowed kids took off for sundry parts of D. C. The rest enjoyed a soda session in 303, where the good-neighbor policy was enforced. Eight North Carolina boys took over on the first floor to pro- vide two girls down there with reason for reprimanding from the chap- eron. Time permitting we slept. Wednesday morning, the class took a guided tour through the Franciscan Monastery and the catacombs from which Howard returned looking like an inverted L. At Annapolis, after a delicious dinner of (guess what) creamed chicken, we slopped through puddles at the Naval Academy, but nevertheless marvelled at the beauty of the chapel. Four lost members (half and half) were conducted on a tour of their own (courtesy of one wise cadet) and returned late, sad and soggy. Former Norton residents, Wilfred Gegenheimer and his family, welcomed us into their home that night to see and enjoy their tele- vision set. Everyone was amazed by the wonders of the set, while Geri was more interested in a certain member of that family. Thursday morning, five minutes after starting time everyone was hurriedly packing for the eleven o ' clock train. Everyone was greatly impressed with the capital building, and with the exceptionally inter- esting guide. At 1 1 : 00, we boarded the train and arrived in New York City ready for more of this fast tempo. After being settled in the Picca- dilly Hotel in our respective rooms, Mr. and Mrs. Yelle guided us through the most fascinating streets to the R. C. A. Radio building, where we had our dinner in the Down Under restaurant. Afterwards, we hiked ourselves to the Shubert Theatre, where we enjoyed a hilar- ious play, High Button Shoes. The highlight of the evening was the appearance, to the special delight of us all, of the old crooner, Bing Crosby. It was rumored that Jimmy Stewart was also there — but he didn ' t appear on stage. The late hour forced us to bed, much to our disgust. Friday morning, we all started spending money — especially nickels ; as we rounded off the rest of our meals at the Automat. We had a super tour arranged for us at the NBC Studio where four of our party were televised. From 70 stories up in the RCA building. New York Citv looke d awfully tame. This is where we finally got our bearings on just what was where in this city.