Turners Falls High School - Peske Tuk Yearbook (Turners Falls, MA)

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Class History Try To Remember . . . We climbed the worn stairs to our homerooms on the third floor. Freshmen.” We looked for new friends; we wanted to belong, to be a part of Turners Falls High School. We were initiated into the social world as the upperclassmen welcomed us at the Freshman Reception. Eager to show our class spirit, a few of our classmates formulated a motto which we won’t forget: ’68 is Great! Proudly, we carried this motto to our first Thanksgiving rally. As the months passed, we begin to mingle with the upperclassmen. We prepared to cast off our title of Freshmen.” When You Were A Gay And Callow Fellow , . . We returned as upperclassmen; we gained new confidence. Sophomores.” The man who had first guided us, Mr. George F. Wrightson, had resigned the previous spring. We now looked toward a new leader, a new friend — Mr. William Cook. We, too, became new leaders. We stepped toward unity with the election of our class officers: Dennis Richotte, President; Richard Dobosz, Vice-President; Debra Campbell, Secretary; Anne Gamelin, Treasurer; Carol Novak, Historian. We were caught up in the excitement of the Turkey Day game. Desire” was the word our boys desired victory. We cheered ourselves hoarse as our team smashed through the green wall” for a 28-14 win. After fifteen years of waiting, victory was ours! We began our first class project — the Sophomore Social. With candy canes and paper reindeer, we disguised the gym as a Christmas Wonderland.” Our successful evening was completed by the triumphant escape of Santa Claus from the evil plots of the master spy Coldfinger. As our second year ended, we elected several classmates to represent us on the first Student Council. Another year behind us — we remembered, but we looked to the future. When Dreams Were Kept Beneath Your Pillow . . . Eager to resume our former activities and anxious to meet new challenges, we once again entered the halls of T.F.H.S. Juniors.” This year was one of change for us. Our enviable 1 o’clock dismissal time was changed to 2:30; a nutritious bag lunch program was introduced. Prune whip and raisin salad were tops” on everybody’s list. Early in the year we elected our class officers: Dennis Richotte, President; Richard Sojka, Vice-President; Sharon McCarthy, Secretary; Patricia Ouellette, Treasurer; Joanne Long, Historian. Their job was to lead us in this year of challenge and change.

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MR. ROBERT ALLEN AVERY B.B.A. University of Massachusetts Bookkeeping l, II ; Economics Cross Country Coach J.V. Baseball Coach MR. HAROLD RENE FUGERE B.S. Arnold College M.S. University of Massachusetts Physical Education MRS. PATRICIA KATE LILLEY B.S. Plattsburg State Teachers College M.S. University of Massachusetts Home Economics MISS MARGARET PATRICIA CREAN B.S. University of Massachusetts Commercial Arithmetic Geography, Law Training MRS. JANE PROVOST Fisher Junior College University of Massachusetts Typing 1; Personal Typing Geography MR. CHARLES HOWARD GALVIN B.S. Norwich University Chemistry, Physics MRS. CHARLOTTE ROBINSON B.S. Boston University Physical Education Sargent University Physical Education 13

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Under the direction of the Student Council, plans for the first Booster Day were formu- lated. Pamela Karpinski was chosen Junior Princess and represented the Class of ’68 throughout the festivities. Booster Day helped heighten school spirit as we once again faced the Greenies” and looked toward another victory. Spirits and voices swelled as Turners smudged Greenfield in a tense game, with a final score of 18-12. Enthusiastically, we faced our next challenge — the theater and Junior Prize Speaking. We were nervous for our eight classmates who, after weeks of rehearsing, enacted their chosen scenes for the expectant audience. Our year was almost over, almost a memory. But it could not end for us until our Prom was also a thing of the past. After hours of making flowers, choosing programs, and paci- fying Miss O’Brien, we transformed the gym into a colorful ' Spring Fantasy.” For many of us, the spring evening continued until dawn, as we celebrated at a lively post-Prom party. Three years had drifted behind us — we held those memories while we looked to what would follow. The Fire Of September That Made Us Mellow , . . No longer inexperienced, untried, and unsure, we assumed the position as school leaders. Seniors.” Once again our class lost a friend a nd advisor — Principal Cook was chosen to replace Mr. Arthur Burke, who was retiring after many years as Superintendent of Schools. Mr. Ray Franklin became the third pincipal to guide our class during our four years. Getting into the swing of the year, we elected our permanent class officers: Karen Hoy- noski, President; Richard Sojka, Vice-President; Anne Maddern, Secretary; Patricia Ouel- lette, Treasurer; Jacquelyn Boyden, Historian. Autumn passed quickly. We published the Netop and organized our Yearbook staff. It was our turn to welcome the freshmen at the Freshman Reception. We proudly watched six of our classmates show their scholastic abilities as they competed on the program As Schools Match Wits.” For the Booster Day we elected Karyl Perry to reign as our Senior Queen. We constructed a huge blue and gold pyramid as our float in the parade. Amidst a flurry of napkins, paint cans, and chicken wire, we showed the spirit of ’68. For the last time, we turned our talents to the theater — our Senior Play. Black-clad villains, white-hatted heroes, and melodramatic heroines romped and fainted as we pre- sented Gold In The Hills.” As the curtain fell after the last performance, we acquired another memory for the future. The weeks passed. Reluctantly we gave our leadership responsibilities to the juniors. When we try to remember” these days, our recollections will be those of achievement, disappointment, a bit of sadness, and a lot of fun. One day we will stop to remember, but now we look toward the future, toward what we follow when we walk out of this school and into tomorrow. If You Remember, Then Follow, Follow . . . By Susan Brule ]acquelyn Boyden