Salem High School - Witch Yearbook (Salem, MA)

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Winter brought two memorable events: a giant snow-storm and le Junior Senior Winter Cotillion, held at the Witchcraft Heights chool. The blizzard provided us with an extra week’s vacation; le Cotillion gave us sore feet and a nice memory, i “Stars were born” in the Spring. After much hard work, our enior Show was finally produced, and Mr. Box and Mr. Burns lherited a few more grey hairs. We still had some blank corridor passes left when we realized rat our chances to use them were gone. The last day of school r as upon us. This afforded us the opportunity to demonstrate our aeronauti- al skills by releasing a convoy of planes in the I.M.C. (not to be onfused with the library!) I hat had seemed like forever suddenly seemed like a minute as ur high school years drew to a close. alem High has given us more than the academic basics; it has iven us a working knowledge of life. “Kick the juke box will ya,” it’s off again.” “Farewell to you and the youth I have spent with you. It was ut yesterday we met in a dream. You have sung to me in my loneness, and I of your longings have built a tower in the sky. ut now our sleep has fled, and our dream is over, and it is no mger dawn. The noontide is upon us and our half waking has irned to fuller day, and we must part. If in the twilight of mem- ry we should meet once more, we shall speak again together nd you shall sing to me a deeper son. And if our hands should leet in another dream we shall build another tower in the sky.” Kahil Gibran 17

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We took all this in stride, however, and our Junior Year wa great. It was the year of the Bicentennial, the year the Music O] ganizations toured the Eastern Seaboard, the year the Varsit sports teams combined for the best over-all record in the North east Conference. pi The Junior Minstrel Show proved that we could function suer cessfully as a group. Our prom, held at the Colonial-Hilton Inn hr Lynnfield on May 14 was well-attended by Juniors and thei dates, all enjoying an evening never to be forgotten. The Mt$ ei Monadnock climb concluded our Junior Year. P It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness. It was the epoch op belief, it was the epoch of incredulity. It was the season of light 13 it was the season of darkness. It was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair. We were all going direct to Heaven, we a were all going direct the other way. In short, it was our Senior Year. P Like death and taxes, “senior-itis” is inevitable, and we all contracted it in October of 1976. Regardless, the fall brought with it several accomplishments, one of which was the Cross Country team’s participation in the State Finals. Another was the much-improved Band. 16

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Maureen Abbott 150 North Street “Maury” “There’s always tomorrow for dreams to come true” Rich Akatyszewski 55 Valley Street Jeanie Albert 49 Prince Street 1 r Patricia Anketell 5 Phillips Street Hakan Arheden 31 Broad Street John Allen 15 Pope Street 18