Salem High School - Witch Yearbook (Salem, MA)

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Senior year is an odd combination of joy and sorrow. Each senior is both ecsta- tic and proud concerning his highly re- garded status in the high school. Seniors receive preferential treatment and are fi- nally regarded as adults. All of these ben- efits have been long awaited since Freshman year. Despite all the levity, there is a weighted sorrow in the back of one’s mind. We Seniors will enjoy these days while they last for we know that soon we shall depart and never again to- tally recapture these precious high school years.

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Class History “When we think back on all the crap we learned in high school, it’s a wonder we can think at all. Though our lack of education hasn’t hurt us none, we can read the writing on the . . . desk.’’ P. Simon We stopped by the old high school on our way to graduation rehearsal this morning. As we stood looking up at the building, memories washed over us in the same way the floods used to wash over the basement floor. As freshmen, it really never bothered us — we were too busy waiting in line to get up the stairs or trying to navigate through the dimly lit halls. In the Fall of 1973, we were forced to expand our vocabulary. “Special re- ports,” “study halls,” and “sessions” suddenly became signifi- cant. Once we discovered that there was nothing really very “special” about those reports, that studying was the only thing not done in study halls, and that sessions, although well- attended, were not the most exciting way to spend your after- noon, we could now consider ourselves full-fledged Freshmen. After Freshman year, the only possible direction was up! The rise of the football team in the Fall (no pun intended) of 1974 brought Coach Ken Perrone’s undefeated Witches to the Super Bowl. Despite an all-out effort by everyone involved, the game ended in a distressing one — point loss. Another change that occurred in September was the rise of Mr. Curtin. No longer could we be “canned by Libby;” now it was “curtains for us all.” Yes, Mr. Edward Curtin had hung around long enough to be draped in the proverbial principal robes. The new administration did its best to make the remainder of our stay at the Highland Avenue residence pleasant. 14