Norwood High School - Tiot Yearbook (Norwood, MA)

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History of Our Senior Year Our Senior year had all the glory, glam- our, fun and frolic that we had all been dreaming about since our infant sophomore days. Yes, we, too, felt that special Senior thrill when the lower classmen stood up for us ; we, too, put on Senior airs when per- forming our traffic duties, and we, too, showed our Senior rating when the rest of the school carried the burden of the tradi- tious Senior Day. Our Senior elections resulted in entrusting the functioning of the class into the competent hands of Bob McLean as President, Arthur Parquette — Vice President, Catherine Condon — Secretary, Nancy Brock — Girl ' s Treasurer, and Miriam Ristom and John Breen A. A. representatives. This year our football team didn ' t fare so well, but we were proud of our co- captains, team and winsome cheerleaders. Before the turkey season was over we ran a football dance, unique in the special feature of crowning Nancy Brock, Victory Queen. This coronation was a result of our election conducted to increase the sale of victory stamps and bonds and the purchaser was entitled to a vote. Wopposn ' t thoppo sop- pienoppor ploppay woppnoppoderfoppol? Though the talented actors and actresses drove us crazy gibbering in this foreign vernacular, they really made Growing Pains a smashing hit. Soon after, though, the corridors came back to their normalcy, save for a group coming along, chanting, Is this a dagger I see before me? or a gay lass flitting by with a special someone ' s necktie binding in her locks ; and I could go on but I find there are many more things to record. Around this time we began to feel the influence of a new- comer to us, but in reality a former faculty member, who had been on military leave of absence along with quite a few other members. This man was Mr. Charles Hayden who, along with his sub-master ' s duties, made over our traffic squad into a true military unit, and soon the whole school began to wonder just how we got along without this swell, regular guy In our first class meeting after the Christmas vacation, Mr. Thompson drove the point right into our hearts when he solemnly stated that, since we had entered high school, we had been calling ourselves the class of ' 46 and now at last that year had come. Soon after, a glee club was started under the able directorship of our Prof. This soon became the grand chorus of our Senior Sensations. This was a pathetic period in our scholastic record because we were getting a terrific run-around, being tossed back and forth between well-meaning substitutes. But of course we didn ' t mind the last one for Miss James, except for the fact that that handsome, six-foot brother of Miss Mc- Cormack didn ' t come sooner so as to have stayed longer. Our hockey team this season had quite a dismal career, but they went down fighting. Many cheers go to Mr. John Kiley who with his hands in his pockets, striding up and down in front of Joe Conti and his basketball team, coached them in quite a successful season. Who are you going with? Where are you going afterwards? These echoes, sure signs that a Prom was coming up, resounded through the corridors and our Senior Prom became one which will long be remembered. Then gloom, desolate gloom, enveloped our hearts for our beloved Mr. Thompson, after a short illness, died March 10. We loved this fine, wonderful man and principal and we dare to hope that he loved us, too, as he did all classes before us. So now as our Senior year approaches its close and we view our high school life with its varied experiences and emotions, we feel that we have had a good class. Maybe we didn ' t make a great impression on the Norwood High School, but by just working and playing together we made a lasting impression on each individual ' 46 class member. Above all else, we are proud and thankful that we knew, had fellowship with, and followed under the leadership of Leighton S. Thompson. Betsy Ross

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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

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SENIORS