Norton High School - Sojourn Yearbook (Norton, MA)

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In the afternoon, we walked through Central Park to the Hayden Planetarium, where we received worthwhile education on the mysteries of the stars. After a short visit to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, we again brought out our nickels to throttle the Automat. That night, Radio City Music Hall was the scene for the Norton High School gathering. State of the Union, the movie, and the mar- vellous Rockettes held everyone ' s interest. That night, one of the girls had a little trouble in establishing a motive for seeing the sights of New York City. Saturday dawned bright and sunny as everyone prepared to leave N. Y. The feminine portion of the class went shopping, and the mas- culine part, (that ' s our boys) visited Wall Street, Greenwich Village, and took the ferry to Staten Island. Were we tired on that train going homeward? Never were we more completely worn out, but it was a good kind of exhaustion. We had been places, done things, ate things (creamed chicken even) and met pals whom we all agree we ' ll never forget. (In spite of our troubles, namely, lost toppers in hotels, forgotten purses on trains and taxis, burnt holes in dresses and bedspreads, and a flatiron imprint as our souvenir at the Piccadilly hotel.) Let us give our hearty thanks to Mr. and Mrs. Yelle who made this trip so enjoyable with their gentle but firm policy. Marguerite Watson

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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.

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She can ' t just sit idle merely because she has a star on her door. No, she must get the correct garb and war-paint to be photographed, finger- printed, and questioned for her new role. She now collects her records so that she may judge herself for the most suitable part. The first one is her statistical record, let ' s see