Norwood High School - Tiot Yearbook (Norwood, MA)

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History of Our Sophomore Year When we climbed the hill for the first time in September 1943, repeating to our- selves our official title class of 46, that year and our graduation seemed very distant to us. Then we started taking our first faltering steps and we soon learned that we were not only referred to, but definitely treated as dumb sophomores. We had our bumps, were sent in wrong directions, went treading up or down forbidden stairways, wound up in the wrong line for the hot dish, patiently waited for a word of dismissal but soon discovered that the signal for making our instant exit was the sound of the bell. Grad- ually our steps were becoming firm and we began to speak of Norwood High in a familiar tone. Then the football season arrived and for the first time we felt that same fervor in our hearts that we used to wonder at when we saw our parental and fraternal faithful- ness in attending the game that the gobbler annually announced. We were proud of our team that year and now we noticed that even the upperclassmen occasionally favored us with smiles, particularly the fairer of our fair set. Then came our class election and our big chance to show that the class of ' 46 in ' 43 was worthy of much note. Tom Frates and Peter Long were teamed up as presi- dent and vice, respectively, and what a handsome pair they made! We decided that Betty Ann Butters could perform the duties of a secretary as charmingly as she charmed all her classmates and upperclassmen as well. Then to prove again that beauty and personality can be combined with brains, we elected Faith Coakley as girl ' s treasurer. For boy ' s treasurer Ned Hills took over the purse strings; and to keep us in high spirits, Catherine Condon became our Athletic Association representative. Our first social function was our Sophomore party, at which everyone had an A-l time. Along with dancing we had games, and the leading personalities of the talented entertaining faction of our class thrilled us all. Then we settled back into the old winter routine of bisecting frogs, delving into the ages of the past, vainly struggling to follow Caesar ' s Baltic campaigns, or whatever other pursuits of knowledge our worthy peda- gogues felt it their duty to lead us into. While weeping with Lennie Sansone over the death of Fagan, we couldn ' t help roaring over Roger Woodworth ' s antics in Mrs. Riley ' s French I class. Then farewell to the Seniors; and our heels, for the last time, kicked up Sophomore dust.

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SEPTEMBER, 1943

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History of Our Junior Year Now we ' re back, not as Sophs and not as Seniors, just in-between, supposedly-not- amounting-to-anything-Juniors. Tom Frates became top man again with his line officers, Ed Mike — Vice, Wendell Davis — Boy ' s Treasurer, Pat Ennis — Secretary, Faith Coakley — Girl ' s Treasurer and Catherine Condon — A. A. representative. After noting, oh so carefully, our lab-partners, the smart or otherwise buddy beside us and the foreshadowing tone in our teacher ' s voice, we looked forward to a jolie annee. Then promptly forgetting almost all else, we put our whole heart and soul into our wild cheers for our pigskin fighters; wild cheers that were led not only by the cheer- leaders but also the enthusiastic, all-present Senior section. This was not a very successful season but every game was packed to the brim with excitement. The Student Council, right on the ball as usual, held the annual football dance with Francis Pinky Pink as Master of Ceremonies. Speaking of this estimable organization, who could forget the Student Council meetings with Rog Woodworth presiding? Knowing Rog, no more need be said. On February 1.6, we had our famous Junior party; famous because of the seeming absence of those precious good fates, whose tardiness caused a wicked snowstorm, which piled the drifts up to our hips, which kept away our refreshments, and which prevented half our entertainers from showing up, but which did give the few brave souls that attended, a super-swell time. All this time we had been plodding along surely and patiently (or was it so patiently, Tommy, when you won the distinction of creating the first chemistry explosion in our class?), making sure of our history lesson, regard- less, — particularly if you were one of Mr. Kenefick ' s favorites, and vaguely wondering what a French resumee was, and making eyes at Darby Greaney in Vergil class. All was very peaceful and pleasant until we created a little misunderstood commotion when we introduced Mona Lizard and her friends in an honest, well-meant attempt to have a successful Junior Prom. Then we made history in a certain class meeting on a certain pressing issue. It became the case of moonlight and roses versus our despairing finan- cial status. Our class decided to substitute a dance for a Junior Prom so as to make more money. The dance was a great success and after giving the Senior ' s Class day, we pulled the curtain down on our Junior days in High School