Sharon High School - Marsengold Yearbook (Sharon, MA)

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F7 Life Begins ln piuin-ticuilly CYCl'y0ll0.S mind, 2:15 is tlic time of tlu- school clay looked l'orwui'cl to inost. lininccliutely after the ln-ll rings, ai lmlililc- of voiccs resonncls tlirongli tlw Q-oi'i'icloi's, nncl tlic' rusli to the post-office is on, 4-specially for tliosv who arc' cixpvcting that cvrtziiii lvttcr. From tlicrc it is tlu- Spzi for il Pepsi and .1 sinolw. uncl tlwn tliv linsinvss of tlic aiftcrnoon. During tlif- wintm-r tliis invzint for soino of tliv liovs al im-tnrii to tlw givin to l7l'ilL'llL't' liiislwtliull tm-liiiicpws lor tlic' svzlson auicl tlic' llroclxton 'l10lll'll1lll1l'llt. :incl Llnring ilu' l'2ll'lY spring it inc-uint, lor inauiv svniors. long lionrs in ilu- llllllllllfllllll or rooin fi worliing on ilu' plan' or YUQII' liook, liotli ol' wliicli ic- ' cpiirc-ml inncli tiim- and skill. Xlllicn thi- skating was good. vspvciullx' in Iaiiiiiaiiw. IHIQI' l11'r'nly-fum' ' 7

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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

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+ve- I rv-1 UQ - 1- -7 sf At 2:15 many made their way to Mamfs Pond or to the lake for an exciting afternoon of whizzing over the ice. And in the spring the first warm South wind was followed by a cry for the nets to be put up in the tennis courts. Evenings Hew as rapidly as afternoons. XVhen we were not listening to Frank Sinatra, Bob Hope, or Suspense , we were going to the movies, P.T.A. dances, clubs, or basketball games - on Fridays only, of course, for we did have to study occasionally. There was thc periodical physics test or math quiz to prepare for but even the thought of a French test could not mar the joys of release at 2:15 and of the hours that followed. page lzucizly-fiucf , J'