Norwood High School - Tiot Yearbook (Norwood, MA)

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Sophomore Party tH«c Pause That Refresh es Sweet They WewT Qm

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The quick step of self assurance with which we mounted the stairway on our first day . . . the air of superiority with which we regarded the sophomores . . . the tinge of envy we felt toward the present seniors, who seemed a bit alien . . . the ease with which we approached the voting booths this year to elect Ed Butters, President; Tom Curran, Vice-president; Romeo Bortolotti, Secretary; Buckets Chandler, Boy ' s Treasurer; Clare Payne, Girls ' Treasurer; Ken Ahearn, A. A. Council . . . our boundless joy on having the last bell ring at one thirty instead of two thirty . . . our first experiences with the mystery of chemistry, better left unsolved by some . . . the choosing of our rings, now cherished by us ' n many others besides in some cases . . . the roller skating parties that proved how game many of us were . . . our old masterpiece and friend, Fagan (could we ever do him justice with words?). May his soul forever rest in peace! He is one of the most unforgettable characters we have ever met; his name shall go down in posterity (or at least as long as breathes there a member of the class of 45 ) . . . the first true appreciation of Weed ' s taste in apparel. Ah! those sock an d tie combinations, with checked pants to set ' em off — simply out of this world . . . the languages in every well read high schooler ' s vocabulary, consisting of Dapper! Drolly! Umbriago! You old goat, you! Simply sharp! Need we go further? They all come back to us now! . . . the tonic for every red-blooded girl every morning — no, not sulfur and molasses, just a peek at Sinatra ' s face grinning out of each locker . . . the curious sounds that issued forth from Miss Nicholson ' s third period English class; that was a rare one we under- stand . . . the priceless discussions that the Junior girls had in Home Ec. class . . . the back to the farm era when girls started braiding their hair in pigtails . . . the Sadie Hawkins Day party, in which our female members proved that Al Capp ' s comic strip is not mere exaggeration . . . the crowning of Topper Curran as Mr. Norwood High . . . the trip to New York with the Drum Corps in March. Ah! Shades of New York! . . . Roger ' s brilliant exposition in assembly which made his reputation as a wit . . . the tests of our mental alertness in discovering whether signals indicated a fire drill or an air raid drill . . . the noticeable increase in insignia received from brothers etc., adorning our fems . . . the almost gluttonous way in which we began to eye that reserved section for seniors in assembly . . . unusual innovations that we dreamed up for class day . . . the anticipation of the forthcoming glory we had so long awaited . . . that of becoming SENIORS ... OH, HAPPY DAY! '