Somerville High School - Radiator Yearbook (Somerville, MA)

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United States Pavilion is a fine example of this. It is a large rectangular building of blue- green glass raised from the ground and sup- ported from the center by four great columns. A majestic piece indeed! The exhibits themselves manifest great creativeness. There are all types of esca- lators, running ramps, moving stages, and seats to propel the audience from stage to stage during the shows many of the indus- trial companies offer. The exhibits of General Motors, Chrysler, Bell Telephone, and Du Pont, to mention a few, are just as fine as was anticipated. Walt Disney had a large share in such exhibits as Ford, General Electric, and Pepsi-Cola, which features a show for UNICEF with a musical presentation of chil- dren’s dances from many lands. That was one of my favorites. Part of the Coca-Cola exhibit is a ham radio station bearing the special call sign K2US. Radio Hams from all over the world congregated there to operate one of the three sets and sign their names to the guest book. Radio Hams tend to be friendly, but those at the World’s Fair were especially so. There were many productions that particu- larly interested me and I would like to speak of a few more of these. Though not a Catho- lic, I felt tremendous awe at the Vatican Pavilion as I rode through and saw the im- mortal “Pieta” of Michaelangelo. During a rainstorm one afternoon, I spent a restful and rewarding hour in the Mormon Pavilion, a replica of the famous Tabernacle in Salt Lake City, Utah. Exhibits such as IBM were able to impart knowledge without seeming stuffy. The Thailand Pavilion in- trigued me, especially when I heard it had been constructed in Thailand, taken apart, and brought over here to be reconstructed. It was a shame that some of the exhibits ran into financial difficulties. One example was the Belgian Village with cobblestone streets and whitewashed stores and houses. Since its cost had been underestimated it still was not finished when I was there. One could enjoy spectacular overall views of the Fair by a Monorail trip, a Swiss Sky ride, or an ascent to the top of the 220’ New York Observation Towers. Numerous persons complained about the long lines in front of many exhibits. It is true that you sometime had to wait forty- five minutes to get in. What do you expect when there are 200,00 passing through every day? Everything was done for your comfort; the lines were arranged so that you were able to move up every few minutes, and shade and seats were provided for many. People, even little children, seemed to sense this, and no one complained or nushed. T o the impression that even with so manv nam- ing through the exhibits, you wew r ofo with courtesy and were mode to «1 authorities were happv that everv-r « o »»«• had come. The ground-? nn'i — immaculately kept. Seldom w«« — one distracting piece of pane» anv -o There were rest rooms, food cen+e™ phone booths, and numerous 1 attractively and strategically ar-n- - Fair. And loudspeakers played soft mnd a1’ day and night until the Fair closed at M d- night. As far as money was concerned, you could spend a little or a lot. Prices varied: the in- dustrial exhibits were free. I came preoared to spend freely and found that I spent less than I had intended! It is a Fair of a lifetime, and I felt that it was not wasting monev to spend enough to do all that I had time for. What impressed me most was the atmos- phere and the people themselves. It was a festive atmosphere, and this festive attitude did not wear off as the Fair went on. Nothin seemed tired or worn. All was continually new and exciting, and even those who worked there everyday seemed to look alive. Per- haps they were refreshed by the people them- selves. For the majority of people came with a sense of wonder and happiness at being there. They saw the magnificent buildings everywhere for many, many acres, and they were visibly impressed. I have heard several people say, “I have no interest in seeing the World’s Fair.” I pity those people. Thev must have lost a sense of adventure and win- der in their lives. As for me, the World’s Fair was one of my greatest thrills. Fifteen

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campaign speeches were over, we settled down to business. The Senate and the House of Representatives, to which I was elected, passed bills making college tuition tax de- ductible. Although the week was filled by elections and state business, we had many interesting speakers. Among them were judges, lawyers, teachers, nurses, senators, representatives, Peace Corps workers, aviators, officials of states, cities and towns, and many others. When not involved in a heated campaign or listening to lectures, our time was spent working on the paper, singing in the glee club, or swimming in the pool. Although there was always plenty to do, we had time to make new friends from every corner of the state. The best time to talk with girls was after the lights were sup- posed to be out and you were supposedly in bed. This time was also used for the studying that was to have been done hours before. Sneaking down to the recreation room to get Cokes and cookies at 12:30 without waking the counselors was one feat that everyone tried but without much success. Friday morning we were presented with diplomas and the girls who would represent Massachusetts at Girls’ Nation were chosen. Awards were presented, then it was time to say good by. The only bad features are that more girls can’t attend and that the week was over too soon after it began. OPINIONS ON THE NEW YORK WORLD’S FAIR Nancy Wiswall ’65 In the newspapers and magazines this past year, there has been a lot of material about the 1964-1965 World's Fair in Flushing, New York. Many of the articles have criti- cized the Fair, as have many people whom I have discussed it with. I spent four days this past July at the Fair, and I found very little to criticize and very much to praise. First I admired the tremendous job that Robert Moses, creator of the Fair, and his associates did. After Mr. Moses had been elected to serve as head of the project, he learned that the Fair Planning Committee had decided to erect only one huge circular building in which the various entrants would rent a section. How very glad I am that Mr. Moses persuaded them to do otherwise! The Fair was laid out as a well-planned city. Seen from the sky, it presented an exotic pattern of circular greens, fountains, and streets, several of the streets leading to the center of attraction, the Unisphere. Critics have disparaged the architecture of the Fair, saying it is just a mumble-jumble of buildings representing no specific culture. It wasn’t supposed to. Each pavilion repre- sents something distinct. Architectural unity was not intended. Why should it be! The buildings, many of them ultra-modern, have a grandeur and beauty of their own. The Fourteen

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REPORTERS Editors: Nancy Wiswall and Benjamin Levy 102 Robert Alficri; 141 George Anderson; 143 Maria Bucelli; 147 Angela Cappello; 149 Genevre Cutting; 150 Patricia Donahue; 151 Linda Driscoll; 152 Carol Goss; 154 Michael Halloran; 241 Ida Kotell; 243 Geraldine Magno; 244 Dorothy McLaughlin; 245 Angie Mrdjenovic; 247 Judith O’Brien; 249 Beverly Peterson; 250 Maria Ruggiero; 251 Geraldine Stack; 252 Donald Tims; 254 Nancy Wiswall. SENIOR CLASS CHATTER Here we are, the Class of 1965, entering our last year at Somerville High. The present school term marks the last time we shall all be together, the last Tech Tourney (we hope they win it for good old ’65), the last series of Gymnasium Dances, the last time most of us will be burning teachers in effigy! It marks our Senior Prom, Class Day, Gradu- ation, and a series of many, many joyful reunions. As Oliver Wendell Holmes wrote for his golden reunion of Harvard College, 1829 Class: “Yes, we’re boys,-—always play- ing with tongue or with pen,— And I some- times have asked,—Shall we ever be men? Shall we always be youthful, and laughing, and gay, Till the last dear companion drops smiling away? Then here’s to our boyhood, its gold and its gray ! The stars of its winter, the dews of its May! And when we have done with our life lasting toys, ' Dear Father, take care of Thy children, THE BOYS.” Amen. The kiddies in room 102 want to know whom Dolly meets on the second floor of the west building each day? Why is a certain boy in that room always late in the morning? And why does Brian come down at 8:25 and talk in front of the room? Tommy Belhumer is the only boy in history to be sent to Siberia at least once a day. Room 141 announces its proctor, Martha Barrow, and bankers, Richard Ahern and Donna Allen. This athletic room possesses Bill Adams, hockey; George Bellefontaine, foot- ball; and John Anastas, track. John is also a band member and has been giving Sandra Albani lessons. Who knows, he may be hear- ing bells instead of drums! Miss Jackson refers to the first and second rows as the island, and if they don’t keep quiet it will be Wake Island. Oh, well. R.I.P. Class Proctors for mobile one-four-three are Elise Breen and Lawrence Bonugli. Bank- ers for that room are Lynda Blackall and Marcia Blake. Football quarterback Ron Blakney is cheered on by Lynda Blackall. It seems that 143 has the whole Cabral family in its chambers. The happiest room in the school, 147, ap- plauds the following chosen few: proctor, Tony Cararella; treasurers, Linda Campbell and Lorrie Camerano; Red Cross represent- ative, Donna Calder. The room wishes John Ciccariello of the football team good luck. Gazing about 149, one finds two natives of the gridiron, Co-capt. Ed Cullen and tackle Bob Daley. Proctors are David Cramer and Felicia Costanza; bankers are Richard Cole- man and Andrew D’Agostino. What’s with the desks in 149? Could it be someone has destructive temper-tantrums? Never! For 152 this is the year of the Praying Mantis! They’re having a contest to name him; any suggestions are welcome. Who said to call him Ringo? Notables there are Car- men Gaudet, Red Cross representative: Carol Sixteen