Sharon High School - Marsengold Yearbook (Sharon, MA)

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Class History NVe, the class of 1944, after completing, more or less successfully, twelve long years of study in the Sharon schools do herewith present this document of our progress that those who follow us may know of our illustrious past and strive to equal our auspicious record. VVe remember our first days at school- our rapt attention and the thrill of having our own little band. And then of course there was the May Day dance-especially exciting as we journeyed over to the high school building all dressed up in little Brownie suits. As joshy Bradford seemed to have a special love for the first grade we left him there to enjoy another year. XVith our arrival at the second grade, although it was just around the corner, began the rapid inflation of our egos. Here beneath the trees, we launched into the construction of stone houses which the boys dearly loved to wreck. ' In the third grade we outgrew our childish games and advanced to the mature stage of hopscotch. We terminated our stay in that school in a blaze of glory by inviting our parents to an exposition at which tea was served by charming hostesscs in their best little bibs and tuckers. On entering the fourth grade we again found ourselves in a new build- ing where we played-the boys on one side, the girls on the other. VVhat misery! Here we did our hand-stands C1 a-penny, 2 a-penny, 3 a-penny, show.l Here also many of our unexcelled knitters learned the rudiments of this art while the boys started out on manual training. lVe then rested our souls in glee club. Our fifth year in school passed rapidly with no outstanding events be- yond the construction of our famed and beautiful Taj Mahal - in Ivory soapg but at our arrival upon the threshold of the sixth grade, we knew that important things would really begin to happen. Now we would be freed an hour earlier in the afternoon fof course this entailed getting up earlier, but why worry about a little thing like that when there was all that long. wonderful afternoon to look forward to.l Now we would have gym, play basketball and field hockey just as the big boys and girls did. It was also during our sixth year that we made our debut in dramatics in the form of a Christmas pageant in which Nlarjory VVescott and joe Kennedy made a very saintly Mary and joseph. For the last three days of that year we ascended with great curiosity to the 7th grade where we had our first taste of science. a truly grown-up subject. In the eighth grade, we managed somehow to struggle through our math. That year Reg and Betty appeared from out of the XVest and janet Allen skipped over from Belmont. VVe also have memories of blood-curdliug yells mixed with hezu't-breaking groans as lleg Phillips, and jerry Kersteiu went to the chair at the Big llouse -melodrama at its best. The highlight of page twenty-t wo

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1- vny-Tiv Y- Q the year was the P. T. A. circus, the major attractions of which were the swimming match and the Cleo-hot-dog factory. At last we entered high school. It was that year that Mr. Kean came, Mr. Hearn was here keeping in trim for baseball by throwing erasersg and Mr. Clark took us to WEEI where the elevator got stuck between floors. The studio employees stopped to admire this new form of animal that was climb- ing out on chairs. When we returned, we lunched in the sewing room on milk and ice cream. Then we became sophomores. Most people say wise fools . Of course the wise', appealed-but the rest? At our great Hop, everyone saw stars- the decoration theme, you know. For one year, at least, we thoroughly en- joyed our scholastic work. You wonder why? Well, first there were the new- comers, Mr. Weldon and Mr. Koskella and among the regulars Mr. Kean and Mr. Pedley. Was school ever like this? Then we entered our junior year with a decline in our studies as the Navy had claimed Mr. Weldon and Mr. Koskella. The outstanding event of that year was, of course, the junior Prom. The gym was transformed into an ocean liner in the South Seas with music supplied by a native orchestra on one of the nearby islands. Not to be forgotten was the departure of Mr. Kean in the fall of that year, midst a heavy mist provided by the dewy-eyed females. Then at last it was September 1943 and we became grandiose and exalted seniors. VVith a yen to be different, we started out the year by sponsoring a Leap Year Dance-a bang-up success, and we might add that that corsage Bones XVhitcomb sported was quite fetching. An account of our senior year would not be complete without mention of that memorable journey to Boston where we witnessed an excellent version of Macbeth . Following the performance we recall whooping down the streets of Boston with Miss Holt madly checking people off lengthy lists as she recog- nized us in passing. Would that some one could tell her the probable where- abouts of Ann Bartlett? Thanks to Miss Holt again, we were the awed and admiring guests at the Connick studio where we witnessed the actual construction of stained glass windows. This was certainly something to remember. Then it was spring and our senior year, the best year of all, was draw- ing to a close. After a final week of frustration, much tearing of hair, and general insomnia, we presented the senior play-unsurpassed we all agreed. That same historic night marked the deadline for the completion of the year book. What a time - with the Pine Press emphatically stating, You can have this and you cannot have that! And, should we raise any indignant protests, C'est la guerren was always the answer. However, in spite of the many set- backs and complications. we are all very proud of the finished product. YVith this outstanding accomplishment, a fitting memento of the Class of 1944 which you will be privileged to examine at leisure later this evening. we bring to a close this history. ' page twenty-flzrec