Norwood High School - Tiot Yearbook (Norwood, MA)

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Left to right — Blasenak, Egge, Co-Art Editors; Perniola, Sykes, Co-Editors-in-Chief ; Latham, Co-Circu- lation Editor; Wheeler, Co-Advertising Editor; Standing, Williamson, Co-Photography Editor; DelSignore, Cartoon Editor; Gay, Co-Photography Editor; McTernan, Co- Advertising Editor; Cekovich, Co-Circulation Editor. diahiL JiwuLL The class of ' 47 with its usual progressiveness instituted a new plan whereby the co-editors-in-chief of the yearbook would be elected in the spring. In this way Bernard Sykes and Irene Perniola were able to start planning for the big year during the summer. In September the remainder of the editorial staff was elected with Vanita Egge and Janet Blasenak, co-art editors; Janice Wheeler and Charles McTernan, co-advertising editors; Payton Williamson and Paul Gay, co-photography editors; Mary Latham and Richard Frates, co-circulation editors, and Thomas DelSignore, cartoon editor. We were assigned to the Tiot Room which seemed to us an ideal haven and retreat and, we made certain, an inaccessible place of mystery to the uninitiated. We ' ll never forget . . . the daily meetings of the crew where we conducted our big business deals, designed sensational layouts and waxed forth with theories on everything from Russian politics to Boy Dates Girl . . . the strange penchant some of us had for misplacing vital papers and pictures, this necessitating a thorough search of the premises and oh the hidden treasures that were found! . . . our experiments with the spray gun which left its mark on everyone and everythin g in range . . . On Saturdays and vacation days we toiled away till we were literally numb . . . the heat was always turned on when we were about ready to leave . . . the big adver- tising campaigns . . . the trips up the stairway to heaven at the engravers. As D-Day (deadline date) loomed threateningly ahead of us we set to work in earnest . . . schedules were made out and surprisingly enough were fol- lowed . . . the book began to shape up and with the excellent co-operation of many people finally completed . . . Deo Gratias.

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Jaculh To the facult} ' we owe our sincere and heartfelt thanks for the amazing feat performed in guiding us through three turbulent years. At times we seemed to block and counter-attack their attempts to incul- cate a portion of the fountain of knowledge into our unreceptive brains. We even thought that they devised fiendish schemes for keeping our noses to the grindstone. MISS GOW i.i ml %« O 1 .0 f - w- , Jf ™ { K 3r l - 2 jg| Jr Tf ' 1 Jk ' ' : w §Lmm ' fi ' . M i.atflfc ' + V H ' u ■.■ ' ■€). ■■ ftfp i mlBs f ' . . H Hft | 1 J J, If i -rTi »■ wy IP ■■ . j-g M j Jj 1 1U 1 ■1EU t Le»BiL i ImV? fl la Q MR. O ' DONNELL Now that we are able to look back upon the past three years, we feel that they have borne up admir- ably under the st rain, and we would like to think that their labors have not been in vain. With grati- tude in our hearts, we thank them for their friendly counsel, advice, and understanding. Indeed we are greatly indebted to the faculty of the School on the Hill for their co-operation and tireless efforts in our behalf.

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The Times of Our Lives It was a singularly fortunate, epoch-making class of many di- versified talents that strode into the halls of the School on the Hill in the beautiful but troubled Autumn of ' 44. Concealing our fears and confusions by a camouflage of self-importance and a strange secret elation that we were now playing in Big Time, we began our three year reign. Time spread its circuit around us and stretched ahead interminably ours to do with what we willed. The vast, the unbounded prospect lay before us. Those years have galloped by, and now that our sense of value of Time, that most fleeting of all essences, has become more vivid and the golden years and gay are slipping into the category of priceless memories, we are aware that our high school days have indeed been the Times of Our Lives. We have had rare times, hot times, high wAgay times, soft times, hard times, and occasionally sad and sprry f imes. If our days had all been happy, we might have taken as little note of them as the sun-dial does of those that are cl ij|gy| We remember doing time in detention, gyytoy j] time in t he corridors, making time after school, having mirsetves a time at our many school functions. Time was never (i oli ands; we ' ve improved each shining hour. The tunes our K:ails seat time to will always be haunting melodies, reminis celnt p i t e Hill, our teachers, and our schoolmates, bringing back to us th realization that nothing can equal the Times that we us The Bird of Time has but a little way To flutter — and the Bird is o ti 1 lilt) l ' liy. ' % -