Wakefield High School - Oracle Yearbook (Wakefield, MA)

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R. Edgar Fisher. Aisistant Superintendent. listens patiently to our requests We present first a picture of our busy perintencient of Svhools John H. Hemlershot lncier his Supervision our Magic' Lzunp will eu-1' shine Page Nine

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301464 gelltfy Al' gfaridroom cenea The mere mention of the ageles magic lamp has stirred our memories. We sud- denly find our minds wandering through the entwined corridors of the past. Old friends, kindly and helpful teachers. classrooms where we centered so much of our lives - how we long to see them again! Wouldift there be immeasurable joy if we could hear once more the tap-tap-tapping of typewriters, or watch the diligence of future scientists in the laboratory. Then. somewhere in the darkness of the past. we see a bright and beautiful light. Yes. it's the glow of the magic lamp. And beside its golden smoothness lies the ever- present. wrinkled and ancient instruction parchment. Ah. remember, please remem- berl Wvhat were the instructions for bringing back pictures of the past? Wiere there magic words? No. it was something else. Ah, I have it! We must touch lightly the lamp's gleaming surface. With breathless excitement we lift up the sacred lamp of the ancients. Behold its golden splendor and marvel at the secrets entrusted in its care. Our hearts pound in our ears as we feel the ice-like surface of gold. Suddenly. the coolness turns to warmth. and we tear our fingertips away from the growing heat. A cloud of misty blue smoke erupts from an undetected source. Everything begins swirling around until all that we can see is a beautiful. blue smoke. Then. as quickly as it began, all motion ceases. and we are standing alone. surrounded by an unmoving blue fog. We become aware of faint images in the distance. and there are sounds of voices. talking and laughing. and it's far, far away. The fog slowly turns into a haze and then disperses. Now we can see those images clearly. and a light of recognition enters our eyes. Why. therc's Mr. Barry. our friendly principal. We see our ominous but kindly sub- master. Mr. Coluccig our guidance director. Mr. Dwyerg smiling Mr. Crompton, our athletic directorg understanding His lfpham. the dean of girlsg and the man who. during all those years. was quietly responsible for us, Mr. Hendershot, Superintendent of Schools. We enter again the classrooms where so much joy and warmth were once shared. We see once more the last-minute studying before an English test. The searching curiosity derived from history classes. the calculated discernments of science clases, and the encouragement from the intense study of foreign languages all come back to us. We realize that such joy cannot possibly last foreverg so we allow ourselves only a hurried glimpse at each wonderful scene. We must try to satisfy our long-suppressed desires before that mysterious blue fog returns and swirlingly erases all of our treas- ured past. JUDY Kr-:Lu-:Y RUSSELL BANKS The Lamp Lighters Page Eight

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Principal Gerard C. Harry. ever mimlful of our welfare. helps us attain rewarding experiences in our school life Page Ten Here is Submaster Lucian I. Colucci working busily on regulations which will improve our record of good behavior