Norwood High School - Tiot Yearbook (Norwood, MA)

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JhsL ' Si Man. y VL Long ago in the dear dead days almost beyond recall (but always alive in our hearts) 200 laughing lads and lassies began their illustrious careers as members of the class of 1947. The exclamations of Ohs! and Ah! and Have you seen that hand- some senior on traffic? and the doleful cries of I ' m lost! soon began to echo throughout the hallowed halls of Norwood High. But we were a progressive class and before long we knew not only teachers and pupils but above all our geographic position. From that day forward there was no stopping us or so we thought. The pride we felt when we cast our first ballots for class officers and the admirable choice we made with Charlie McTernan as president and Teddy Campisano as vice-president, Ginny Forrest as secretary, Mary Jane Hillman and George Boyden as treasurers, and Janice Wheeler as A. A. Representa- tive — we came through the trials and tur- moils with great success. Within a few weeks we received that distinction, usually reserved for Seniors, of being asked to remain after assembly — for we we re to make our formal debut at the Sophomore Party that night — and what a wonderful party it was! Who will ever forget the antics of MacKenzie and Jankowski? After the excitement of our social success died down there were many other everyday things (classes) to occupy our minds — such as hastily putting tri- angles together on the school bus, assisting

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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. ' % -

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Caesar on his all-too-many campaigns, writing those awful themes the night before the deadline, and most important getting to that football game, be it at home or on a far-away field. In no time Christ- mas had rolled around and it was vacation time. We returned from vacation with renewed vim and vigor and we promptly decided to have a play. For weeks we whipped down to 106 and read plays, dis- cussed parts, and finally, selected just the right play only to learn that there was no room for a Sophomore Play on the social calendar — but we were not dismayed and so we put our talents to work on a new project, the famous Tot. And when the day on which the pages of Tot circulated throughout the corridors of Norwood High finally came, everyone admitted that the Class of 1947 had scored another victory. Meanwhile life continued as usual — we still anticipated those assemblies that Rog had charge of, we hero-worshipped T. J., Tommy Curran and others (wonder how many of the female sex still worship members of ' 45?), assignments had to be done — and we had to pass that horrible marching test in Gym. Then before we knew it the Senior Prom was upon us — how happy we were when that bid finally came — we had such a grand time. The Prom spirit betook us and we attempted to have one of our own — but once more we were disappointed. At least no one can ever say we weren ' t the most enterprising Sophomore class ever to enter Norwood High! JhsL $M rL y a L