Norwood High School - Tiot Yearbook (Norwood, MA)

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SEPTEMBER, 1943

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Offi ce This candid was taken during one of the pauses in the busy life of the office. The bench along the wall was usually well filled with offenders waiting to speak with Mr. Hayden; Jean was almost always answering someone ' s complaint about a lost pen or glasses case, while Mr. Thompson planned affairs of state with class presidents, student council officers and year book editors. The hallmark of the office has always been its friendly efficiency. Comes the spine- chilling summons, then a rubber-like feeling in the knees, the all too short walk along the corridor or down the stairs. Soon a message arrives, — Your mother is sending a taxi because of the storm, or, You have a dentist appointment at t ' hree o ' clock, or just possibly, We ' ve had a rather disturbing report about you . . . We will always remember our encounters with the office force, whether for praise or censure, with real nostalgia, for they played such a definite part in our life at Norwood High.

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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.