Norwood High School - Tiot Yearbook (Norwood, MA)

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C|e Mislorg of lUfye Class With an undercurrent of enthusiasm, along with a deep sense of tragedy, plus a grim determination to overcome the dismal obstacle of three long years of life within confining walls, 257 odd pupils mounted the steps of good old Norwood High back in the fatal year of 1940. I use the word fatal for it could have been nothing but the hand of fate that would have attempted to enclose in four walls such a clan as ours. From the over- whelming excitement with which we entered into our crazy schemes to make our class outstanding, to the calm air of nonchalance which we displayed when our schemes failed to produce results, we were indeed a class whose equal has not yet been seen, nor likely to be seen in the near future. Our class politicians have always, in our three years on the hill been exceedingly ( over ) active. Everything from bribery, speeches, and remarks (?) written beside names on the ballot have been successfully introduced. But in spite of this, the candi- dates have always come out alive, none the worse for their experience; the losers have always been willing and eager to congratulate their opponents, who have in every case proved to be capable and worthy leaders. The first social function of our high school career was our Sophomore Party. All who participated in it can recall only that it was a huge success. It was here that many new friendships that were to last throughout high school were formed. However, it hardly seemed that the school year had begun when it was suddenly over. It was vacation time. But to those who love their freedom that vacation was so short, it seemed merely, the pause that refreshes. Although many of our activities were curtailed by the present emergency, it did not interfere to any great extent with our athletics. Despite the fuel shortage and other hardships, our football squad certainly carved out for themselves a mighty important niche in the records of our football history, and they deserve every honor for presenting to us an undefeated season. While on the subject of sports, we must not fail to mention our newly formed hockey team. Although this was their first season, they certainly showed promise and we feel certain that some day they will bring great honor to our school because of their record. As we now begin, at this graduation hour, to think back over our senior year, we cannot help but realize the effect of the war on every single activity in which we have entered. Our class has suffered the loss of some of our most devoted friends and advisors. I speak of those six members of the faculty who felt it their duty to enter into military service. Needless to say, however, we can patriotically boast that what is our loss is Uncle Sam ' s gain, and that, today, is certainly the most im- portant issue to be considered. Three years have now passed since we entered the doors of our high school with grave misgivings and a feeling that our lives were to be an endless procession of futile tasks. These years have passed all too quickly, and we now realize that school life is not made up entirely of routine tasks that seem so irksome when we are doing them, but it is a period when we work, yes, but we also play; and the memories of these years will always be with us. It is with these cherished memories plus the added incentive that we must prove to the world that this generation of future American citizens are as sensible and reliable as the generations of yesteryear, that we, the class of ' 43 bid our beloved Alma Mater a fond Adieu. Dorothy Butters