Suffield High School - Sagitta / Kaleidoscope Yearbook (Suffield, CT)

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Shaft of Light Staff! Staff! What Staff??? Cost: black coffee, midnight oil, pink eye, chewed fingers, sore temper, broken dates, and a lesson in invective. This, our SAGITTA, was first a hope, a sweet young dream. Then suddenly February was upon us and we were oppressed, repressed, and de¬ pressed by that black monster, the DEADLINE! The idealistic conception of a perfect SAGITTA became a grim reality, and haunted by the ever present problems of copy, sizes, money, and senioritis, we spent many a sleepless night and foggy day. Organized to pay for and to gain this book, Paf Noble seems very calm and patient, explaining the sales cam¬ paign (usually, there was a wild haggard look) and Laura Parmalee pictures sweet and serious (rather than rushed and distraught).

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Write Makes Might The Columbia Scholastic Press Association Awards Board has recognized the merits of student literary efforts as expressed and pub¬ lished in the SHS Readers ' Reflection, and yearly increasing circulation indicates student enthusi¬ asm and interest. Homeroom reporters augment the writing staff in gathering and presenting the news and stories. Seized upon by an ever-rushed publications group (clerical), the Reflection is caught up from the clattering mimeo and exchanged quickly by Circulation into coin. The Advisor—Editor team re¬ views its handiwork: Miss Big- gerstaff and Pat Noble re¬ examine and criticize. SUCCESS! More compliments than criticism . . . even circulation is up. . . and this is how we do it. A Noble effort on Parents ' Night to explain its purpose and the staff functions. 374 . . . 375 . . . and so to press. (Newport, Sails, Ridel).

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lee, Ridel, Nodwell, Tkacz. Grandeur Is a Dream Ah, Imagination! Blue tent cloth, iridescent tinsel, paper silhouettes, a mock pool but real goldfish, and flowers from everyone ' s gardens were transformed for the evening into an en¬ chanting, fragrant terrace under a starry azure sky. The orchestra poured forth sweet music from a dark and secluded corner as the sssh, sssh of movement created a special accompani¬ ment. All dances at Suffield are come late, go early affairs, and plans for the after-party snack were as important as the dance itself. But, tonight, a queen with flowery crown and winged slippers . . . tomorrow, a classroom Cinderella with pressed corsage and dreamy memory.