Springfield Trade High School - Beaver Yearbook (Springfield, MA)

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the year we heard, “Are your dues fully paid? Have you placed your deposit on a yearbook? Do you have the balance which is due on your class rings? Will you pay for your banquet ticket, please? Have you taken care of the rental fee for your cap and gown?” Yes, we learned that seniors have to plan, participate, and pay if the senior year is to be an enjoyable one There have been several new changes, honors, and developments which we are proud to claim in this, our year of ’55,—the new athletic field has been started; a parking area for student cars has been provided as well as regular spaces assigned to the faculty; the pattern shop and the beauty culture department have been enlarged; the electric department is being equipped to include oil burner instruction; the cafeteria is open before school to serve breakfast to the early arrivers and the late risers; the Student Association Store was completed and really is selling a variety of articles; the library has opened its doors to reveal a delightful room in which to read and do reference work; the print department, with the assistance of Mrs. Hol- land, editorial adviser, and Mr. Elvin, vhotographer, is producing the 1955 Beaver; Trade’s first Honor Society was organized to recognize and honor the students with high scholastic achievements; a swimming team was started which competed successfully in several meets; the ’54-’55 basketball team became City Co-Champs; and Trade’s Bowlers rolled into top place in the Bowling League which includes all the Springfield high schools and Ludlow High. Congratulations to the champions! Now our days at Trade are really numbered al- though three of the most important are ahead — our senior banquet and prom the evening of April twenty- seventh at the Highland Hotel; our class day exercises on Friday, May thirteenth; and finally our graduation at the Municipal Auditorium the evening of June thirteenth. Of course, we are looking forward with pleasure to our final activities, but we are sorry, too, to see our school days end. This year we do not feel like chanting as we did gleefully when we were small: “No more teacher, No more school, No more sitting on the dunce’s stool But the freshmen are becoming smaller every year. Isn’t that a sure sign that we are grown-up and ready to step into the adult world? 7? April 15, 1955 1955 Glass Ballot Most popular Best looking Best dressed Most ambitious Most studious Most likely to succeed Smartest Most cheerful Class: flirt Most bashful Best natured Class athlete Class crooner Class lover Class speaker Class baby Class thin man Class gum chewer Class racketeer Most talkative Class joker Class man hater Class dancer Favorite band Favorite actor Favorite actress Favorite TV program Girl Sheila Bryant Patricia Martin Lucille Kratochvil Margaret Lambert Jeanne Frechette Sandra Heineman Dona Cote Thuryle Allen Patricia Blanchard Antoinette Remillard Dorothy Collins Elizabeth McCarthy Mabel Hewson Jean Gendreau Sheila Bryant Constance Ryan Grace Dimauro Patricia Martin Carol DeMaio Marilyn Batchelor Marianne Schlitt Elaine Gravel Glenn Miller Marilyn Monroe George Gobel Boy Leonard Patrie Richard Houde Joseph Piteo Gerald Buoniconti Archibald Best Carl Boyer Victor Artioli Asial Burgess Rogers Hill Bruce Strange Joseph Loglisci Roger Denault Edward Lambert Robert Hersey Phillip Drumheller Edward Benson John Rommelfanger Roger Tessier Vincent DelNegro Stephen Kowal Alex Fearn Ralph Meyer Marlon Brando

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1955 Class History September, 1952! We well realize that we are seniors and that advanced age has already dimmed our memory of those far-away days when our class, the class of 1955, entered Trade High School. We are afraid that we remember only the high spots of our freshman year. Of course, our class was not organized then, but we did not let that worry us. Life at Trade was far too busy and interesting; there was no time to worry. We were impressed by our fine, big building with its passenger elevator, its large auditorium, and its modern cafeteria. We enjoyed spending half of our time working in the shop of our choice. We appreciated the kindness and friendliness of our teachers. We were awed by the very big boys—hundreds of them. We looked forward to our excellent assemblies — usually on Friday mornings. 1952 was a presidential year. When the candidates visited Springfield in the course of their campaigns, we were allowed to go to see them and hear them speak. Finally, early in November, we voted, and as Trade High went, so went the Nation—for President Eisen- hower. We were able to see the President inaugu- rated also, because, on Inauguration Day, Mr. Garvey had several large television sets moved into our auditorium. The whole school and some guests assembled there to watch the exercises in Washington, The show! THE SHOW! Frankly, by Christmas we were becoming a bit bored by so much mention of the show. But—what a show! Everybody—but everybody— had some part—singing, painting scenery, selling tickets, printing programs, acting. Trades- capades of 1953 was presented in February after a month of preparation. As the years go by, we shall probably see more talented actors and better known shows, but none will be more wonderful than our first Tradescapades. Toward the end of May we had our Field Day — not really a day, but just a few hours —on our ath- letic field behind the school. It was a beautiful spring afternoon — just right for the races, the faculty base- ball game, and finally the tug-of-war. Our field lacks a brook or pond, of course, but a fire hose does very well. We stamped and yelled and cheered for the boys at either end of the rope— whichever group seemed to sewing costumes, be winning, Surprisingly soon it was the last of June. One Friday morning we received our final report cards, and we were happy or sad—-and free for two glorious months, Just as June comes, so does September. We were reluctant to return to school. The novelty of Trade had worn off. We had nothing but classes to look forward to for ten long months. However, we had reckoned without the Springfield School Committee. We returned to find that we had an efficient, new assistant principal, Miss Esther Skelley. Our own Mrs. Thompson, who had been acting principal of the girls’ division during our freshman year, had returned to her former position, that of girls’ guidance counselor. And Trade had gone co-educational — or as co-educational as it could with the boys outnumbering the girls three to one! At iast boys could venture onto the third floor, which had always been No-Man’s Land. On October thirtieth, we had our first class meet- ing with our faculty advisers, Miss Ruth Page and Mr. John D’Arcy. Then things really began to happen. We were in the midst of campaigns and an election of our own; we were selecting class rings; we were consid- ering a junior prom. Our junior class election was held the sixth of January. We elected Roger Denault president, Sheila Bryant vice-president, Patricia Freeman secretary, Carl Boyer treasurer, and Patricia Blanchard and Alfred Serra marshals. The big social event of our junior year was the dance which we gave to the seniors in our gym the fourteenth of May. It was a lovely party. We all had a wonderful time. And then we were seniors! We came back to school on September eighth for our last year, feeling very much that we owned the building and could rule everyone in it. We had a new adviser, Miss Melvin, because Miss Page had been transferred to the High School of Commerce during the summer. We elected our senior officers the fourteenth of October. Carl Boyer is our president; Lucille Kratochvil, vice-president; Sheila Bryant, secretary; Joseph Piteo, treasurer; Elaine Gravel and Roger Denault, marshals. Soon we were knee-deep in senior activities—having — class meetings, being measured for graduation caps and gowns, posing for class pictures, considering our year book, and paying class dues. It was really later than we thought. About the first of December, we faced another change. Our adviser, Mr. D’Arcy, left teaching to devote all of his time to his own electrical business. Mr. Magee of the patternmaking department was ap- pointed to replace him. Although we regret losing Miss Page and Mr. D’Arcy, we hope that they will both be happy in their new work. We feel that we are fortu- nate in having Miss Melvin and Mr. Magee to guide us because we shall profit from their experience of two years ago when they were advisers to the class of 19538. We soon learned that along with the fun and pres- tige of being seniors, there is plenty of planning, par- ticipation, and paying. We tried to promote keener | school spirit in urging our class members to attend a basketball game together—to sit together and cheer together. We accepted the challenge of the juniors, who have been exceedingly active this year, to play them in basketball on February 24. Remember, we won that day — the senior girls’ team, the senior boys’ team, and the senior salespeople who sold supporters’ tags! In March we had two Thursdays reserved for us in the Tea Room. Those seniors who were in attendance en- joyed that dinner —it wasn’t Thanksgiving Day, but the turkey was good! Previous to the first day of spring, our committee had to more than turn their thoughts to the banquet and prom, Class Day, and graduation; they really had to work out detailed plans. Continuously throughout

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Class Poem We thank you, Alma Mater, For one and all, the same. For all that you have done, Let’s face it with great courage For all of our achievements, And make success our aim. And knowledge we have won. We remain sincerely grateful Though you have guided us always For this Class of °55. To distinguish right from wrong, As time came for our “Hellos’’, Our thoughts will remain upon these days It comes for our ‘“‘Good-byes’’. When our time has passed and gone. As we journey on through life, Our hearts are beating rapidly, kind thoughts of our Alma Mater stand Our eyes are bright with gleams To remain always within our hearts As We leave our old school friends As the fairest in the land. And face the future with our dreams. The future holds a challenge — Norman Grise and Marianne Schlitt VERSE: GHOZAS EEO REPEAT A CHOlT2: REPEAT A CHO. 3: Class Song (Tune - There Is A Tavern in The Town) We are the seniors of T rade High, yes, Trade High, But we are leaving with a sigh, yes, a sigh. We will all be back some day to call on you And then renew old friendships true. Fare-thee well, for we must leave thee, Do not let the parting grieve thee, And remember that the best of friends must part, must part. Good-by, good-by, dear Freshman Class, yes, good-by, Our time to leave you now is nigh, yes, is nigh, And our word to you is to work for honor grades, And we'll be proud you went to Trade. Good-by, good-by, dear Junior Class, yes, good-by, Our time to leave you now is nigh, yes, is nigh, Our responsibilities we leave to you, And know to Trade you will be true. Good-by, good-by, dear Faculty, yes, good-by, Our time to leave you now is nigh, yes, is nigh, Much of what we are and ever hope to be, We owe to Trade High Faculty. REPEAT A CHO. 4: Good-by, good-by, dear friends, good-by, yes, good-by, Our time to leave you now is nigh, yes, is nigh, We will always treasure all the friends we made, And say, ‘“We’re proud we went to Trade”. Words written by Edward Lambert