Orleans High School - Sword Yearbook (Orleans, VT)

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From Our Principal To the Class of 1945: Congratulations to you who have reached the end of your high school years and so have assured yourselves of a good beginning in life. Many of the forty-one who started along the path with you back in September, 1941 have fallen by the wayside, some for very good reasons and some because they lacked the vision to see beyond the immediate present. I know there have been minor irritations and disappointments at times but I hope you’ll be able to look back to these years at Orleans High School as happy years. Even though you worked hard at times I’m sure you enjoyed most of it. You’ll al- ways remember certain events, certain friends, certain classes, and perhaps a littleknowledge you have gain- ed. As an indi- vidual I’m sure I shall remem- ber the Seniors next fall when quality, not quantity counts, school will always be interested in hearing from you and hope you’ll keep in contact with us enough so we can follow your progress as the years roll on. Good luck! I start trying to build a new girls’ basketball team with only five vacancies out of six posi- tions. Your class has done well in girls’ athletics. Perhaps you will be remem- bered too as the class with so few boys. Un- less my mem- ory is faulty there has not been as small a Graduating Class in fifteen years. You can, however, take refuge in the old saying about how I can and do assure you that the PRINCIPAL ROLFE W. SCHOPPE Most sincerely yours, Rolfe W. Schoppe. PAGE FOUR

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Class 'Poem At the end of four years, we leave O. H. S., With diplomas in hand, a step to success. And as we strive on toward the goals we have set, We’ll look back on these years that we’ll never forget. That night full of horror in our Freshman year, When the Sophomores planned stunts that filled us with fear, Was more than rewarded on a year from that night, For we were the ones to cause all the fright. The next year, as Juniors, we carefully planned A prom which we hoped would really be grand. Decorations of Mexico lightened each wall As the orchestra’s notes filled the whole hall. In each of these classes we’ve had lots of fun But none can compare with our fourth and last one. Each day we’ll remember our grand Senior year And cherish each memory we will always hold dear. Class Motto: Class Flower: Class Colors: Out of the harbor, into deep channels. Red rose. Blue and silver. PAGE THHEE

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From Our Sponsor Dear Seniors: For you I’ve always had a very special feeling because when I came to Orleans as a beginning teacher you were also beginning, mere lonely and unimportant freshmen. I didn’t see very much of you that first year. Some of you I didn’t even know; in fact I became acquainted only with the braver souls who took Latin I with me. The next year, though, I knew all of you when we made life miserable for each other in English class. As your sponsor during former presi- dent and belov- ed classmate, Bucket” Hil- liard. And yet, though the war has come close to us, and some of our members have already enlisted in the Navy and are awaiting their call, we have had good times together. While all of you at times have exasperat- ed me almost beyond endur- ance, you have a 1 1 been so sweet I could hardly refrain from telling your junior year, I began to see a 11 of you at your best, during the five-minute pe- riod, working on the one-act play or getting ready for Prom and helping the seniors grad- uate. This last year has been the best one though. In many ways it has not been an easy one, and some of have had ELIZABETH B. DAVIES you to grow up too fast. Sorrow struck all of us very keenly in the loss of our you so. Sometimes you’d be surprised to know what your teacher is thinking about each one of you when you are supposedly busy studying or concentrating on a test. She doesn’t always wonder whether you are chewing gum or decide that if you do that just once more she’ll send you to the office! Sometimes she is thinking how young you are, and how vulnerable, and still how responsible you can be and what good judgment you have underneath your surface coat of joking and silliness. PAGE FIVE