Norwood High School - Tiot Yearbook (Norwood, MA)

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§ni hhjudsL EiS MARION CURRAN Don ' t forget to be sensible — Remember the traffic rules — Stand when the Seniors enter the assembly. With these and many other such thoughts firmly imprinted on our minds we embarked upon our Junior Year — more often called The Awkward Stage — hence the above resolves to assist us in the struggle not to be ignorant. But we soon forgot these reso- lutions and life again resumed its regular cadence. Perhaps I shouldn ' t say regular for there had been some changes made. Ye Olde Liberty Bell no longer tolled at 1:30 — it was now 2:20. But this had its compensations: a couple of extra minutes added to that too short lunch period, and a 35-minute homeroom period right after lunch — to digest our food in? — Oh! no — to get our fifth and sixth period homework done in; to have a sectional in; and soon we found it very valuable in making plans for our Junior Party — which was one of the most enjoyable voyages of our career. Remember the little waves in Mac ' s voyage? Of course we had our foolish moments — fads and fancies — Frankie ' s fan club — bow ties, crooning and all — loud lumber jackets in vogue at our not too successful but thoroughly stimulating football games — they were our heroes, win or lose! — then matter-of-factly we adopted Garner ' s as our official hangout — soon we needed a rest as vacation (as it inevitably does) afforded the opportunity. With the New Year came Mr. Hayden, our present principal; Mr. Butler, Mr. Kelley, Mr. Sullivan, and Mr. Fisher, welcome additions to our faculty. Shortly after this our hearts were greatly saddened by the passing of our dear friend and principal, Mr. Thompson. Under his guidance we had learned to love and appreciate all that is good in life. Even though we were grieved by his departure we realized that life must continue as usual and he would have wanted it that way, so we proceeded to select our class rings — a tangible medium by which the class was tied together — then came our Junior Prom — one more link in our growing chain of success. We had our unsuccessful moments (chiefly in classes) for after guiding Caesar home, we were forced to help Cicero with his orations (could this be the reason so many Juniors greeted each other thus: Let ' s ' trot ' out onto the field ) — then there was the time one of our mad scientists pro- duced a minor explosion in the Chemistry lab — but every cloud has its silver lining and Ben Sykes was ours for with his election of Vice-President to the Eastern Massachusetts Association of Student Councils, we had one more ... to add to our laurels. I mustn ' t forget to mention our class officers — Edward Costello held the Presidency, Frank Cekovich was one step under him, Ginny Forrest did the clerical work, Joan Dwane and Skippy Gay counted the money, and Rena Venterosa and Ted Campisano represented us on the A. A. Council. Ah, yes! They all deserve a bow! Soon it was time for the little sisters and brothers to give their big sisters and brothers Class Day — a duty which we discharged creditably, and then they departed from the school, leaving us to reconcile ourselves to the fact that we were the oldest kids in the school. The ones that the Sophomores looked up awefully at and murmured Gee . . .

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JCtuwxL L JimsL MISS KENEPICK Seniors! And how we had longed for this day, when we might command the respect of our underclassmen and excel the records of previous classes. The tinge of pride we felt when we assumed our duties as traffic officers — when the Sophomores and Juniors rose as we entered the assembly hall, but above all, the day when Mr. Hayden told us that we were the class that he would depend on for help and support in all school activities. During the summer three new members had been added to the faculty — Mr. O ' Donnell, our ever efficient sub-master; Mr. Scafati, who has gained the respect and admiration of everyone in so short a time; and Mr. Levanitis, whose sincerity and enthusiasm quickly endeared him to us all. The first business of the year was elections. With a sure step we approached the election booths and this time the peoples ' choices were: Ben Sykes, as our chief magistrate, with Dick Sager assisting him; Ginny Forrest was once again chosen to keep our records; Joan Dwane and Skippy Gay as comptrollers of our finances; while on Rena Venter osa and Sonny Mattson we bestowed the honor of representing us on the A. A. Council. Within a few days, we were busily at work collecting material, checking up on the latest gossip, and stapling together the pages of our first football programs. How excited we were before that first game! . . . The cheer- leaders ' first chance — the success or failure of our literary efforts to be determined — and above all the team ' s first chance of the year! Our excite- ment soared even higher when Mr. Hayden thoughtfully planned a rally for the Friday afternoon before the game. By Saturday afternoon we were all very tense and prayerful — and then the game — and we won! We won! ! ! Both our cheerleaders and our programs were a success. The football season was off to a glorious start! About this time some members of our class became very social-minded and the Spoon Club, an organization which has fostered many worthwhile projects, was founded. And while on the subject of society, I must not forget to mention the Sub-Deb Club, which came into existence in our Junior year, and the Kan Club, which was established shortly after the Spoon Club. Two weeks before our Turkey Day classic things really began to hum — plans were being made for our gigantic Torchlight Parade and Rally. We discovered another one of Mr. Hayden ' s many talents when he took over the painful job of teaching many of the two left-footed members of the school the correct way to march. (Gym was never like that!) Thanks to the untiring efforts of the committees in charge, the foresight and advice of our principal, and the marvelous co-operation of the entire student body, we carried on the Parade and Rally in typical style — the best! ! The next three weeks found us rushing around preparing for our Senior Play. Rehearsals, rehearsals, and still more rehearsals were held — committees were formed — everyone (inclusive of time) was working and on the memorable nights of December thirteenth and fourteenth we reaped the rewards of our toil!