Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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IN MEMOR Y OF ANN PETERS When your love has moved away. You must face yourself and say I remember better days Don ' t you cry ' cause she is gone She is only moving on Chasing mirrors thru a haze

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IN MEMOR Y OF KA THY DEVINE Class of 75 , Scituate High School, May 25 Hey you guys, I want to thank you for the beautiful flowers you gave me. You should have seen my face when I read the card and saw that it said from the Class of 75 — my friends (always). You wouldn ' t believe how many times I ' ve cried today on the average of about five times — about three times on account of these flowers. The doctors said if there wasn ' t any more complications and so on . . .1 will probably be home Wednesday — I sure hope sol!! I already have four plants, one is from my roommate who left today! I also got 1 2 cards and some presents! (I ' ll get spoiled here). Well tell everybody I said Hi and I ' ll try to be back when I can — Well I ' ll see ya — Love always, Kathy Devine. P.S. I love you all!

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CLASS HISTORY The resplendent autumn of 1 971 was perhaps a harbinger of what we, the class of 1 975, were to achieve and hope for during the four years of our high school lives. As freshmen, however, we envisaged little of what high school held in store for us. Our concepts of high school life were as unformed as our intellectual and emotional selves. Nevertheless, as the year progressed we acquired qualities and participated in activities which set us far apart in maturity and outlook from our junior high days. We were presented with a far greater freedom of choice in the form of extended campus, less rigid programs of study, smoking areas and reduced supervision due to the size of the high school. Broader avenues of interests enlivened and expanded the scope of our social lives, from uproarious float meetings and the ill-fated project Skate, to fall football games and numerous after school clubs and activities. As well as social growth, our emotional outlook was also altered. At junior high we were the confident upperclassmen. in high school, however, our status was considerably reduced. Our self conciousness was apparent in our nervous mannerisms, and also in the low profiles we kept. We associated mostly with fellow freshmen as our awe of upperclassmen remained undispelled. As the year drew to an end we gladly embraced the summer months and bid goodbyes until the next September. It was a good feeling to be back to start our sophomore year and to be able to look down on those lowly creatures — the freshmen! Their bewildered first-day expressions vividly recalled our own similar discomfiture just a short year ago. With the advent of sophomore year, social life began in earnest and the reticence of our freshman days became truly a thing of the past. We were fully acclimated to high school and its attendant pot pourri of social, cultural, academic and athletic activities. Parties, dances, touch football games, impromptu frisbee exhibitions, and bike trips were all engaged in with enthusiasm. Junior and senior girls began casting worried glances as their boyfriends grew increasingly attentive to the beguiling females in our class. The increasing sports prowess of the sophomore boys was a constant source of foreboding to various junior and se nior athletes. In any case our presence at Scituate High School was felt with increasing impact in all areas of the high school community. With the arrival of junior year our class grew collectively more assertive, as demonstrated by animal noises in the library, the ' spirited ' performances of the Junior Variety Show, the streakers, M-80 detonations in the 12