Norwood High School - Tiot Yearbook (Norwood, MA)

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FOOTBALL Mfff ' On a mild day in September of 1944 over 7,000 pounds of eager but inexperienced gridiron material trotted out onto the Norwood High Athletic Field to begin prepara- tion for the third wartime football season. When Head Coach Ben Murray and Assistant Coach Dick Murphy called the roll they found only four kttermen were returning for another season of football wars; they were Co. Capt. Frank Jordano, Co. Capt. Eddie Butters, Tony Yelapi, and Pete Carchedi. Consequently seven posts were to be filled by lads comparatively new to the game. After a few weeks of rigorous conditioning the eleven met Needham High outfit and after a titanic struggle the contest ended in a stalemate. Then followed a series of hard fought contests which were lost to the enemy. Just at the time that the boys started to play smoothly as a unit the academic axe fell and four men were cut from the squad. Following the departure of these four, Norwood was swamped by North Quincy, trounced a weak Scituate eleven and was in turn defeated by veteran untied, unscored upon Dedham eleven. The season was featured by the introduction of the highly touted T forma- tion, but this was not sufficient to prevent the series of unfortunate accidents which were encountered each Saturday afternoon. The following boys bid a football adieu to Norwood High; Co. Capt. Frank Jordano, Co. Capt. Eddie Butters, T. J. Curtin, Ken Cavanaugh, Ken MacDonald, Ron Venteroso, Paul Fulton, Lee Dolaher, Bill Kendrick, Bob Chandler, Butch Collins, Dick Donahue, Mel Doucette, Mike Georges ,Vin Kasauskas, Jim Long, Jack Richardson, Ted Tomm and Tony Yelapi.

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The Constabulary Left to right, front row — Valma, Petraitis, Payne, Shimsky, Chandler, Woodworth, Pothier, Woodberry, Greenwood, Bonica. Second row — Mondor, Parker, Harrington, Butters, LeBlanc, Cushman, Folan, Jordano, Greaney, Bortolotti, Tomm. Rear Row — Legge, Curran, Dolaher, Warde, Anderson, Ahearn, Chubet, Chamberlain. One of the last things we did as Juniots was to elect our Tfaffic Squad for ' 44 - ' 45. The thirty odd members organized with Rog Woodwotth, Captain; Buckets Chandler and Kenny Berkland, Lieutenants. In September the Constabulary began to function. Sophomores were found wander- ing around in the boiler room vainly seeking Miss Metcalf ' s French I class. One innocent young gentleman even strolled into the girl ' s locker room. Of course the Traffic Squad knew nothing of these occurrences. The Traffic officers in Miss Johngren ' s French III class entered the room very late one day. Traffic was very heavy, Miss J , they chanted. Seating themselves they began to study feverishly. Two minutes ticked by. Miss J began to pass out paper for un petit examen . Sorry but we can ' t stay, traffic you know they screamed as they fled down the corridor. For one reason or another some Seniors found it necessary to leave the service usually at the suggestion of the office. Vacancies were filled and dignity slowly took the place of chaos. By November, therefore, most of the members of the faculty were willing to concede that, like the Senior Class, the Traffic Squad was a most unpredictable body, but, that, with few exceptions, it did its work well.

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