Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

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Row 1: Jeon Barr, Moric Maguire. Row 2: John MocCollum, Howord Whitmon, Vernon Welch. Class Day Eorly in the yeor Jeon Barr, Marie Maguire, Vernon Welch, Howord Whitmon, and John MacCollum were cleced to serve on the Closs Day Committee. They hod charge of the traditionol exercises thot climax the Senior Yeor. At their first meeting, the committee selected Howard Whitmon os choirmon. On Moy 31 os in years gone by, the Senior Closs marched into the familiar old audi- torium for the lost time. George Oberbeck then gove the Closs Oration and the Closs Poem was recited by Florence Celoto. The Groduotes sang in perfect harmony the Closs Ode, written by Lorroine Crescio. Mr. Sears accepted in beholf of the closs the gift, o check towords the monument which will be built when the war is won. When these stirring ceremonies were over, the closs filed to the campus where, occording to the long established custom, the ivy was planted and the spad£ was presented to the president of the Junior Closs. The Groduotes then gave some rousing cheers for the Foculty, and rushed obout greeting their parents and having their Yearbooks utogrophed.

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Senior Class History September, 1942—At lost. No longer were we youngsters but full fledged sophomores of S.H.S. and weren't we proud! And why not? Our classmates took part in many of the organizations. Ployers' Club- Portia, the Radiator, Band, and girls' sports as well os boys' sports. No, we didn't beat Med- ford thot year but why should we—it wasn't our yeor—yet. We watched the bosketball team go on to Tech and thought how exciting high school life wos. Thot year wos spent mostly in omozement—still trying in vain to find the legendary elevator. In April, closs elections were held and Chick Escott, Chorles Johnston, Vilmo Sonesi, ond Beryl Wortman were chosen for the Sophomore Executive Committee. Then come promo- tion day and we shook the tiring name of Soph and donned a much more difficult name of Junior. September. 1943. Being Juniors, a bit more wos expected of us. We showed thot we were now mature and capable of the responsibilities of second year high schoolers. We continued prominent in school activities. Our school spirit was brought to o peak during the New England Basket- ball Tournoment at Providence where we showed our love for the school thot we had known for a year already and now we felt a port of. Class Officers were elected and the results were: President, Chorles Johnston; Vice-Presi- dent- Anohid Chebookjion; Secretary, Vilmo Sonesi; Treasurer, John Regan. We Juniors were ambitious; so in Moy, we revived the Junior Prom. Soft lights, lilting music, satin ond lace waltzing by—all this odded glomour and romance to our unforgettable Junior year. As we watched graduation in June with eyes of green, we knew that we wouldn't watch for long, because now we hod to replace the Seniors. September, 1944. Our closs, being the closs it is, more thon easily stepped into the Senior shoes for we hod quite a record in our first two years and we stood proud and willing to carry our banner. The hope of many a high school student was fulfilled when we marched victoriously over Medford after thirty-one years. Why? Because it was our year—the closs of '45. Time come for the election of Closs Officers once more, ond the class chose the follow- ing: President, Charles Johnston; Vice-President, Anohid Chebookjion; Secretary, Vilma Sonesi; Treasurer, Vincent Potolano. Then Senior Night—truly o memorable evening. Romance and soft music filled the air while princesses and princes danced on clouds. We extend our congratulations to the Senior Night Committee for making our Prom the success it was. The Scholarship ploy proved enjoyable and the Bond Concert wos ottended by oil. The basketball team did it again. After wolking owoy with the Tech Tourney, they went on to the New England Tourney. Here the teom, amidst the colorful scenery of paper throw- ing, loudest of cheering and singing with the band playing, took defeat in stride. Here was a display of fine sportsmanship—our classmotes. In between all this Mr. Giroux saw to it that we were properly entertained in the lunch- room Cafeteria. It seemed thot our yeor brought many improvements. This yeor for the first time in the history of S.H.S., the State Drama Festival was held here. Although Ployers' Club hod charge, the whole school was responsible for its success. Then come Class Doy, June 1945, and we Seniors realized that very soon our picnic would end. This doy will live on for mony and many a yeor. The girls dressed in white, the boys in their best, all song the’closs ode. Many a tear appeared as the voices rang through- out the auditorium. The red and white caps were colorful os the class marched outdoors for the traditional planting of the ivy. Graduation Night—the most thrilling of all scenes. Dressed in our cops and gowns, we proudly received our just rewords. This was our lost meeting as a closs, and a stirring one it was ot that!