Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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Our Junior Variety Show featured everything in entertainment, from a soulful rendi- tion of The House of the Rising Sun to a nostalgic look at Sippin ' Cider. The after- show activities included an evening at the Aloha and the unbelievably rowdy party in Minot that had us rocking from the rafters to the J. Geils Band. As springtime drew near, the class of 1974 grew restless and hence, our first Junior Skip Day was held. For those who dared shake off their classes, a day of fun, indul- gence and, in some cases, mishap followed. Of course, we all knew better, but when did that ever make a difference. ' Our Junior Prom was an unforgettable finale for a year of triumph that bid a fond farewell to the carefree underclassmen years. We were the first class to break SHS tradi- tion by taking our prom out of the gym and to the Cliff Hotel, where we elegantly hosted the evening of dinner and dance on that beautiful spring night. As the year came to an end, we were prepared to take up the challenge of seniordom. No longer the same children who had, only three years before, entered high school as innocent freshmen, we were finally to be looked up to, to set an example, to bear the fruit of our experience. Perhaps our greatest legacy to those who would follow was the OCDC tradition. The Old Colony Driving Club, or Diving Club, or Day Camp (whatever our parents were most likely to believe) held its open meetings most Friday and Saturday nights in the Glades and featured such crowd-pleasing sports as guzzling contests and smoking mara- thons. It brought us all together as we ushered in our final year as the class of 1974 in Scituate High School. As seniors, we watched the Scituate Sailors ' Marching Band, its Drill Team and its Twirlers perform at Schaefer Stadium. When winter arrived and the famed parking lot parties subsided, we withdrew indoors to Cafeteria B and the Advanced Bio rooms where we proceeded to sever the latissimus dorsi and the corpus spongiosum of our beautiful bio cats. Thus the year continued as we longingly awaited that June day of Graduation. Our senior year has seen the country in turmoil. It has been The year of the crises, as we all learn that there is a world outside the secure walls of SHS that will demand of us all that we have to give. Until then, we ' ll continue to go out to lunch during fifth period, and we ' ll dream through the senioritis stage, trying to persuade ourselves that we are all still the same. But living inside each of us are not just the memories of four great years together, but the hopes and fears for the future as we, the aging children of SHS depart. . . . Goodbye yellow brick road.

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CLA88 HI8T0RY As we, the class of 1974, draw our high school years to a close, there rise within each of us the mixed emotions that beset almost every senior who peers over the edge of graduation to see the great open space, the frontier which is his future. The sentiments we feel at this time are varied. At one moment, it ' s relief — a feeling that after four long years of the same walls, the same teachers, the same classrooms, we are free. In the same moment, there is something inside us that holds us here — some unspeakable force which has entwined itself within the fabric of our lives and sadly reminds us of the youth that has been slowly, silently slipping away from us during the past four years. We are looking in two directions — not only to the future, but to the past, with fond memories of the happy times, the sad times, the troubled and the laugh- ing times that we, as a class, have shared together. On September 5, 1970, we entered the high school — typically eager, awkward, and naive little freshmen. The girls held their hands behind them as they walked past the library, where the worldly senior men all convened, and we all tried to act very cool as we Icxjked for cafeteria A over by the library. When the time came, we built the unfor- gettable abominable snowman float for Homecoming, 1970. As the future class of 1974, we promised we ' ll do more, and we did. You name it, we did more of it. Our frosh football team, with a whole line-up of stars had an undefeated season. And the parties — oh, those freshman parties. Sophomore year was soon upon us and we were growing up. No longer awkward freshmen, we carried ourselves with a bit more confidence and the dignity of a class experienced in high school affairs. With our number, ' 74 inscribed dramatically on the rock outside, we were finally recognized as a real part of SHS. But we had yet a long way to go. Our Homecoming float was not a great success and we were still groping about in the dark, torn between the enthusiasm of freshman year and the renewed unity that jun- ior year brings. At long last, our junior year, so full of promise, arrived as the class of 1974 anxiously awaited the days to come. It materialized as a year of success, of It ning and of memora- ble experiences. Our first brainchi ' d was the impressive dragon float — a masterpiece from the chicken wire to the sickly green paint that left its mark on almost every article of cloth- ing we wore. We won first prize with it, and our pride mounted as we set the scene for our next big first, Looney Tunes. 4

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Time it was . . . And what a time it was: it was . . . A time of promises, A time of confidences. Long ago ... It must be I have a photograph Preserve your memories, . . . They ' re all that ' s left to you.