Sharon High School - Marsengold Yearbook (Sharon, MA)

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2 we 'ff' page l'lQlIll'l'lI ERVIN SIDNEY STOCKWELL, 31119 Sid Still waters run deep Activities: Clee Club 2, 35 French Club 45 Senior Play 45 Orchestra 1. Sidney is the proud possessor of a vivid imagination. . . many's the time he's had the whole class shuddering at one of his mystery stories. Under all his quiet dignity we have often noticed Sid's faculty to ap- preciate a joke. ANNE VAIL STONE Tab Trouble is small, fun is great Activities: Field Hockey 1, 25 Basketball 1, 2, 3, 45 Clee Club 1, 2. 3, 45 Ping Pong 1, 25 Badminton 1, 25 Sophomore Hop 25 junior Prom 35 Senior Reception 35 Social Service Club 45 Senior Play 4. Anne, our main contribution to the girls' basketball team, throws her- self into the game with plenty of vigor. Always a sports-lover and an outdoor person, she is also an accomplished horsewoman. But we saw another side of Anne when she appeared at the play as a fetching lit- tle usher. I EDWARD DECIO VITALI ..Vit,, Give me the sound of the merry fiddle Activities: Clee Club 2, 3, 45 French Club 3, 45 Latin Club 3, 45 Sophomore Hop 25 Junior Prom 35 Yearbook 45 Orchestra 1, 2, 3, 45 Librarian 2, 3, 45 Graduation 35 Military Drill 3, 4. Eddie is uncontestedly the most talented member of the class. His excellent violin playing has been the main prop in the school orchestra. He has many other interests but his main ambition is to be a surgeon -lots of luck at Harvard, Eddie!

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Class History In 1933 our class began its long, tedious journey toward graduation- that summit to which all school children aspire. Back in those days everyone thought school was fun, it was exciting because it was the biggest thing that had yet come into our lives. We were proud of the fact that we were finally old enough to be in school, and every day we were hustled into the place, there to be praised for our drawings of weird-looking people and animals and houses. Why, thatis excellentli' the teacher would say, but could you tell me just one thing-what is it? And then, there were the days when we marched, one behind the other, in a neat line down the street for a thrilling visit to the Post Office, the stores, and the Library. Later, we made our own little library where we checked out simple primers, oh-so-seriously. The second and third grades were as much fun, but we were afraid they might overwork us, because we had only one recess a day instead of two. Despite the hours spent in learning the fundamentals of arithmetic and a slightly advanced type of reading, we always seemed to find plenty of time to keep our make-believe, outdoor-houses in order or to make a dash for the teacheris big rubber ball. ' By the time we had reached the fourth and fifth grades, we were begin- ning to feel quite grown-up. VVe found ourselves in a building right across from the high school, where we could watch the old high-schoolers, anxiously dreaming of the day when 'we would be as sophisticated as they. But, realizing that many years must pass before then, we drew a large hop-scotch to content us in the meantime. New phases of the game originated and we had soon lost ourselves in this fascinating pastime. The sixth grade was nice, too, but at first the high school building seemed like a forbidding, confusing maze. When adjusted to the new routine. we decided to try out our literary ability on a newspaper which fared rather badly and so appeared just once, much to the dismay of all. However, our musical endeavors were somewhat better, for it was at the end of that year that we saluted the graduating class through a barrage of reeds, otherwise known as recorders. The seniors shifted uncomfortably in their seats at the sound of conspicuously wrong notes, but we felt important even at that. During the whole year we took ourselves very seriously, and a few enterprising mem- bers went so far as to go out on dates, but it was with the utmost amazement that we heard people say no one else in the world took us as seriously as we did ourselves. People 'were certainly funny! Then we entered junior high, where we followed the novel program of a different teacher for every subject. Here, too, we were thrilled on occa- sionally brushing shoulders with the awe-inspiring seniors. As freshmen we bent studiously over our books. That year interest ran high in algebra class, where an overfilled room of rapt students listened daily to Mr. Weldon, whose popularity was undoubtedly responsible for that of algebra. Our Sophomore Hop was acclaimed a great success. Traces of the gay decorations remained in evidence for several years, since the top of our black crepe-paper fence refused to come off. page lwcnly