Stoughton High School - Stotonian / Semaphore Yearbook (Stoughton, MA)

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Annals of That History Making Group The Class of 1937 Gloivi ig As Freshmen It was an eventful day in the History of Stoughton High School when in Sep- tember 1933. we first favored the school with our presence. We immediately pro- ceeded to disinguish ourselves in many ways and to make our presence and impor- tance felt by divers methods. Our scholastic records reached new heights (and depths). Our athletic achievements broke all existing records for diversity and success. We stole the spotlight at all the social functions by reason of our constant at- tendance, marvelous dancing, and easy, spirited conversation. The development of several fine actors and actresses, vocalists, and instrumen- talists could be easily noted. Gleaming As Sophomores Freed at last from the traditional bond? of freshmen we entered upon our second year at Stoughton High, full of liope and courage and overflowing with brains and brawn. All of our dreams came into realization as one year progressed and our many successes eclipsed even those of our freshman year. Our athletes rose to new heights of glory wliile our scholastic achievements were too many to enumerate. In passing, let me repeat the remarks of a person observing our class, whose experience as teacher of a kindergarten make her an authority on the subject; Quote: Never in all my years of experience have 1 seen a group of boys and girls who, as a result of their abilities on the athletic field and in the schoolroom are more in need of the instruction that 1 can give them in my kindergarten class. Puge Twenty

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Farewell Seniors A Senior year can be oh, so short, but full of memories dear Which last for all a lifetime while on earth you linger here And when you leave your school behind And proceed to forget your books and rules You ' ll soon grow wise and find (don ' t sneer) You wish that you again were here. For out in the world, where friends are few Those you know will soon forget you. If you lose hope and fail, or fear, Then, Seniors, how you ' ll wish you were here Back with teachers who sympathize Back with friends who cry when you cry Who keep up your spirits when you are blue And faithful and loyal will always be true. So when you feel sad and wish that you had A friend who could make you perk up and feel glad Who ' d pat your back and dry your tear Then Seniors you ' ll wish that you were here. L ' ENVOI But when your paycheck is coming in In size of salary none too slim When you take your dough and have wild flings Then Seniors you can bet your bottom aces With you my friends Would We Change Places MADELINE ELLIOTT ' 38 Page Nineteen

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Class Historv (Continued) Sh ' uii?ig As Jufiiors As third year students we really came into our own. The glory of our numerous successes (and failures) became known from coast to coast. One enterprising member of our class refused a five-year contract for his ' ■Rhythm Kings to play stooge for Rudy Vallee ' s Conn. Yankee ' s. ' He preferred instead to give us the benefit of his organization. Our Prom was a marvel of the age in itself. It could be easily seen that any male member of our class could go to Hollywood at any time and obtain a contract to take Fred Astaire ' s place as leading dancer on the screen. On the gridiron, the diamond, the hocke field, and the basketball court future national and world champions could be seen in actions. These, of course, were our classmates. In the field of pencils, chalk, and leaky fountain pens we left marks that will never be erased. (If you don ' t believe me take a look at some Junior desks.) In the realms of higher mathematics, business, English, and sundry other subjects the plan of doing away with all teachers for Junior classes was seriously considered. It seems that we knew too much (or too little) for them to be of any use to us. In fact, certain teachers of Junior subjects found that we possessed answers to many questions that could not ha e been found in any text book. Starring As Seniors As Seniors we made the crowning achievements of our four years within the hallowed walls of Stoughton High. In this all-too-short year we managed ne ertheless to stamp never-to-be-forgotten impressions upon the minds of those with whom we came in contact. Our now-famous athletes gained new heights of fame and were generally looked upon as Olympic material. Our scholars, to the number of about seventy, were heaped with praise from all corners of the nation and a movement was on foot to admit them without entrance exams to all advanced institutions of learning in the town. Our social functions eclipsed all others far and near and the presence of any member of our class at a social affair rendered that particular affair a howling success. We were rated the tops in acting as a result of our production of Growing Pains. Several excellent actors and actresses, hitherto unknown, were brought to the public eye. As the time of passing forever from these friendly old walls draws nigh a feeling of regret passes over us that we must abandon our school to those who follow, we who have protected and preserved its ideals, spirit, and teachers for four long years. But we realize that one essential thing. There are new worlds for us to conquer, new goals to reach, new mountains to climb, so we must go on, on, on. Forever Page Twenty