Wakefield High School - Oracle Yearbook (Wakefield, MA)

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XVe receive friendly gieetings from Supcrintendenl Iolin B. Hendershnt who guards our welfare Page Nine Next we meet S R. Assistant nperintendent Edgar Fishel who hands us the key to our mllcst

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We Turn the Key of Memory Slowly we turn the key of memory. Up with the lid . . . up with the lid! YVe pull open the first compartment, and what a treasure awaits-an antique miniature box labeled Administration Our fingertips prickle with curiosity as we open the tiny box. A wealth of memories floats teasingly before us like the contents of Pandora's fateful chest. These miniatures are replicas of Mr. Barry, our friendly and helpful principal: our submaster, Mr. Colucci, a kindly disciplinarian: our guidance director, Mr. Dwyer, always ready to lend a sympathetic ear: sports-minded Mr. Crompton, our athletic director: our patient and understanding dean of girls, Miss Upham: the jovial custodians: our competent matron, ever-trailed by Fantasia, our school cat: the efhcient oflice staff: and an especially good likeness of Mr. Hender- shot, Superintendent of Schools and always our ITIOSI ardent supporter. How vivid are the events which took place between these people and us! Only now as we reflect upon the sound advice they gave us do we see the basis of their counsels. YVhat is this? Some strange power seems to be forcing the cover of the box. Oh, well - but we discover another container, this one marked Faculty. It seems to open more easily than the first. Here is a faded miniature of that sophomore biology teacher with the fascinating smile: a candid shot of our beloved senior English teacher: in the corner, our retired Fine Arts instructor: at the bottom our favorite French teacher: on the side, the stenogaphy instructor with the unbounded patience: at the top, two groups in miniature of our efficient mathematics and history teachers. Heavens! There it is again - that mystifying force: the lid is clamp- ing shut again. But wait . . . consolation. XVe find another box, this one marked Classroom Photos. Never shall we forget the day these snaps were taken. Especially well do we remember the scenes of the exciting history classes, the clackity typing classes, the pondering English students, the calculating math figures, the fluent students of foreign languages, and the breathless gym groups. Good- ness, we could study these miniatures for hours and find a myriad of mem- ories in each one. But this one at the bottom of the box is a gem of- Oh, there it goes again, the cover is falling. Take one last look-the lid is almost shut tight on our many discoveries, those which leave wit.- us an afterglow of happiness. Marcia Dutton and Tona Pietrillo Page Eight

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Anil here is Sulmizistci' l,neiz1n .l. ilolucci gazing at ns as we present our excuses Principal Gerard G. Barry eflieiently introduces us to our new school life I .- f Page Ten .QR