Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

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HAVE YOU MET? DEAN MOTTARD ’(»2 After graduation the U. S. Air Force Acad- emy may be lucky enough to have Dean Mot- tard honor them by becoming a cadet. Dean, who has dark brown hair and dreamy brown eyes, goes ape over medium-rare steak, Chi- nese food, adventure stories, and girls. He’s football co-captain, a baseball slugger, track speedster, National Honor Society member, and Student Council President. His favorite subjects are gym and biology. He has also worked as a carbonic engineer. And that is the story of the Immortal Dean Mottard— May his luck never end. MARY DONAHUE 62 Lively and full of fun, that’s Mary Dona- hue. Her key to popularity is her winning personality and zest. How she finds time to GEORGE MACROKANIS ’62 What would we have done without George? This remark has been echoed through the halls of Somerville High School many, many times. George is probably one of the most talented people in our school. He is President of the National Honor Society, Art Director for the Radiator and Yearbook, member of the Art Club, and Somerville High School Glee Club, and T.C.A. This friendly, quick- to-smile boy stands 6 feet tall, has dark brown hair and flashing brown eyes. His favorite studies are Art, Latin and French. He’s cool on fiction books and Greek food. In between all his activities he is entertaing tall, foreign type girls. If the girls don’t get him, college will. Good luck, George!! Good luck, girls!! Mory Donohue George Mocrokonis Pamela Kneeland be the secretary of Portia, vice-president of the National Honor Society, and a faithful member of the Radiator and Science Club, we’ll never know. Mary likes listening to the music of Ray Charles and Dave Brubeck. while munching on her favorite foods—Toot- sie Pops and Hamburgers. She plans to go to a boarding college preferably Newton Col- lege of the Sacred Heart. Recently she was the recipient of a letter of commendation for outstanding achievement in the National Merit Scholarship Exam. Her excellence in scholarship is perhaps overshadowed only by her excellence in golf and her ability to twist. We all know that whatever Mary decides to do she will be a success and we wish her all the luck in the world. PAMELA KNEELAND 62 Blonde-haired, hazel-eyed. Pam Kneeland is sure to be one of the girls who will go places later in life. We often wonder how she finds time to participate in her various ac- tivities. She’s President of Girls’ Glee Club, Vice-President of Student Council, Secretary of Players’ Club, a member of S.H.S. Glee Club, on the Library. Yearbook, and Radiator Staffs. This Latin scholar digs books with good character sketches, and she likes ambi- ti:us boys. Someday Pam would like to at- tend college and study journalism or social work. Judging from her past performances we know she will make a success of it. Nineteen

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of this room and hurries to the class before the bell stops ringing. We wonder why ? We mustn’t forget the honor we have bestowed on Joyce Bennett. She locks and unlocks our lockers every morning. A very hard job in- deed. We elected Malcolm Perry “class flirt.” We feel he is a boy who really will live up to his title. Well, that's all from room 243. This is room 302 reporting to you, News and chatter, the subject matter, So cast an eye and park that gum, The gossip is about to hum. 302 welcomes all of you! The boys like girls and the girls like boys, so don’t be shy, just come and say hi! If you’re a girl bring your sneakers because you’ll have to make a run for it, with John Griffin, Norman Giroux and Eric Peterson close behind. If you’re a boy and Kelly doesn’t get you Meehan will! Anyone who can answer these questions please come to 302 because we’re all dying of curiosity. Why does George Sousa play foot- sies with Michael McDonough? Why does Eddie McNabb send Cheryl Morgan notes in code? Why does Billy Ward hate girls so much ? Room 302 says so long to you! Room 341 is reporting all the gossip. Our cheerleader is Susan Caroll. Ncrma Richard- son and Alice Reeves are our bank Treasur- ers, Gail Woods’ department is Red Cross. These following questions are puzzling the Radiator reporters: Why do some girls study in Room 354 ? What boy wishes he could use his foot again? Who started to whistle in room 341, and taught it to everyone else in the room ? Why was a certain redhead’s heart broken when her boy-friend was transferred to room 313? Who is squirrel-head? Who is the swift black sheep in room 341? Hi! This is room 349 with Pat Sullivan re- porting the classroom chatter of the last few weeks. Our classroom treasurers are Martha Cummings and Janet Marrano, who have done an efficient job. Card Surette collects money for bus tickets and she receives a large sum each time. Thomas Burns and Norman Davis were both members of our class but with thirty-seven for an enrollment and only thirty-five seats someone had to go. But for- tunately enough they are still in all our class- es. We wonder if Cathy Rogers minds having her own brother for an English teacher. Hello from 350. Well, we are finally organ- ized and now everyone knows where they are going. We are proud to announce that John McCurdy and Thomas Carroll have the rare talent for board-washing. If you would like your boards washed, please contact them. Why is James Grue always late for school? Who is the boy Kathleen Wall is always with in the corridor? Pretty Kathleen Wall and Jean Nicollo are our treasurers and Eleanor Goggin is the class proctor. Kathleen also is a cheerleader for S.H.S. Several people asked why the boys of 350 are so shy! ? Sophomores only! No matter what the seniors say there is no elevator!! We know! We learned the hard way. This is 350 signing off till next issue. This is room 351 reporting for the first time. Sorry to say that this class doesn’t have any football players, cheerleaders or anything of that sort to offer, but we do have a member of the S.H.S. Glee Club, Marie De Crosta. She is also our class proctor. Our class treasurer is Geraldine Stack and our bank treasurers are Barbara Bompane and Esther Repoza. James Roderick is a very lively lad. He always has something witty to say or do to keep us all in good humor. Lois Cole is always gabbing away with Marilyn Murphy or whomever is near and we wonder what they say to each other. Well, that’s it for now! See you next issue. Room 352 is just bursting with school spirit! Band members are Charles Phillips, John Russell and John Mobilia. Our banking representatives are Joan Garribotto, Ann Crowell, and Carolyn Souther. Classroom treasurers are Mary Tegan and Nancy Cos- tarelli. Radiator Reporter is Elaine Palumbo. We have some questions that are buzzing around the room. What do John Russell and Jean Kelly talk about during Economic Geog- raphy ? Why did David Brown want the girls to sit near him in business records, maybe because he is a member of the Players’ Club? If anyone knows the answers please let us know as scon as possible, so we can solve these mysteries. Eighteen

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I ITFMk LJ I LI AI Jlww. THE WALL Leo Kelly ’63 John Montagne gazed down at the gold eagles pinned very carefully on the shoulders of his dark blue dress jacket. It was only six months ago that he had joined the militia, and now he was a full colonel on his way to his first command. Although he wanted to believe this quick promotion was due to his own initiative, he realized that, as a direct descendant of the great William Montagne, he was to be subjected to favoritism by the High Command. William Montagne was one of the meager fourteen-hundred survivors of the missiles, the nuclear bombs, the fallout, and the countless other weapons of destruc- tion, which over seventy years ago, during World War III, had wiped out a whole civil- ization. Being sixty-three years old, and the eldest of all the survivors on our side of the war, William Montagne had been elected the first Supreme Ruler of the new democracy which had been formed. He was the man who had led the rebuilding of the western democ- racies and issued the order for the construc- tion of “the Wall.” The Colonel’s trend of thought was then interrupted by a raspy voice at the back of the coach. “Sandonburg, next stop!” He gathered together all his belongings and sat back in the soft chair, trying to get a better view of the town as the train pulled in. “There it is; not very big,” he thought to himself as he eyed the pleasant little houses in neat rows and, off in the distance, a few tall build- ings which designated the army post which he would soon command. A young lieutenant raised himself to at- tention and saluted curtly as the Colonel stepped off the train. “I’m Lt. Walsh, sir; welcome to Sandonburg.” Returning the sa- lute, Col. Montagne thanked the lieutenant and stepped into the long, black, staff car which already had the motor running. The car started with a roar and sped along a well- kept highway. As they drove nearer to the post, Montagne could see “the Wall” clearly. It was huge and ominous looking, about the height of a seven or eight story building. He had read about it many times, but this was the first time he had ever seen it. After the war, this wall was built to separate East from West. No treaty was ever signed. No attempt at friendship was made. The “enemy” simply went back on their own side and were never heard from again. That is how it had been for years, and that is how it probably will be for years to come. “The Wall.” stretching from the North Pole to the South, slices its way through many lands, such as Finland, Germany, Tur- key, Arabia, and parts of Africa, and works up along the Pacific Coast of the Americas. No one knows what is on the other side of “the Wall” and no one likes to think about it. If there is still some life on the other side, no one will know it. It is against the law to approach “the Wall,” and the militia is al- ways there to enforce this rule. Lt. Walsh showed the Colonel around the post and then led him to his new office. It was small, but modern and very well kept. After dismissing Walsh, Montagne sat down in the comfortable chair behind his desk. Be- fore him, through the large, picture window, he could see “the Wall.” Just to think of what may lie beyond there sent chills up and down his spine. It was too remote to even imagine. Now, several months later, “the Wall” had Twenty