Waterbury High School - Longhorn Yearbook (Waterbury, VT)

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LONGHORN Presidents Address It is a great honor and privilege to represent my fellow graduates, the Class of 1951. During past graduations, we have watched other classes leave with but one thought in our minds, that day when We too would be graduating from Waterbury High. However, as the day to graduate came nearer, our views changed, and now that the time is here, we are not glad but rather sorry that we will no longer be a part of the student body. During our school years, we have had patient, understanding teachers, who have guided us and brought us an important step nearer our final goal, that time when we will be taking an active part in the affairs of our com- munity and the world. We now realize how much they have done for us, and we sincerely hope that we have lived up to their expectations. We also wish to thank our parents for giving us the opportunity to enjoy a high school education. To you underclassmen, may we say that Waterbury High is a wonder- ful school. We are proud to have received our education within its doors and we know you will feel the same. Everything possible is being done by Mr. Fiske, the school directors and the citizens of our town to maintain the high standards which have been established in previous years concerning both the appearance of our school and its educational facilities. It is in- deed a privilege to attend such a place. The spirit of Waterbury High School is in your careg keep it strong. Now that we are no longer able to profit from the opportunities which have been offered us during the past twelve years, we realize that there are many of which we did not take full advantage. Try to understand that attaining a high scholastic average is as important as being a star in sports or in other activities. May we say to you, Make the most of your time in school. You will never regret it. To our class adviser, Mrs. Gough, who has guided us through our most trying year, and to our worthy principal, Mr. Rowe, we have this to say, We think that you are both grand. We appreciate all that you have done for us, and we know that the beloved tradition of Waterbury High will be carried on under your faithful guidance. As for my classmates, I hope that the companionship we have made will not be lost as years go by. We realize the accomplishments that we have achieved are results of working together so that we would make these four years ones which will be long remembered. And so it is with sad and yet happy hearts that we now leave Waterbury High. 1 RICHARD RUSSELL.

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LONGHORN Class Poem Our eyes are dim, our hearts are sad For our high school days are over - With all the glorious times we've had And the friends we've shared together. The sorrow of this parting hour And ties we leave behind Are brightened by the glimpse of power And conquests we shall find. The future will our metal try - And we should meet the test, For our good teachers, day by day, Have given us their best. Now as we bid you each good-bye, We'll strive, in work and fun, To make old Waterbury High Proud of her '51. 1 VIRGINIA MILES. Class Song Twelve years we've lived in her classrooms and halls And now as we leave her our mem'ry recalls The fun we have had and good friends we have made, And we realize our efforts have been fully paid. All through our lives we'll remember these years As we think of the laughter, the hopes and the tears. We'll remember our teachers, so patient and kind. But then we'll look on to new roads that we'll find. Dreams we have had we can now make come true, For now, things we've dreamed, welre about to pursue, We'll try to accomplish and leave all well done, And we'll not give up trying till each goal is won. --NANCY FORBES

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LONGHORN Class History So You're a Senior So you're a senior this year! It doesn't seem possible! In recent months, many of us have heard these words from our friends. When we stop to think of our dear old school days, we, too, find ourselves of the same opiniong it doesn't seem possible! However, awakening to this world of reality, we find ourselves on the threshold of graduation. We're cer- tainly not happy to realize that we are ready to leave behind us the most memorable part of our lives, the part that we hold dearest to us. Since these twelve years have meant so much to us, we find no greater pleasure than to turn back the pages of time and give an account of ourselves. The old year of 1939 started the ball rolling for the Class of '51, The first week was, without a doubt, the most difficult for our capable teachers, Mrs. Clifton and Miss Littlefield, for, by the end of this time, the tears ceased to How and fewer handkerchiefs were necessary. Miss Littlefield finally succeeded in making Johnny Forest understand that he was not to jump up on his desk, stamp his feet in Indian fashion, and scream, I wanna go home ! In our second year, Mrs. Clement and Mrs. Marshall opened wide their doors for our invasion. We were soon informed that the erasers were to be used specifically for the purpose of erasing the blackboards, not to see how white we could get each other! We were also proud of our little band consisting of triangles, sticks, tambourines, and cymbals. Here, Martha Deal became popular for hitting her sticks on the of-beat, paying little or no attention to the conductor. Before we knew it, we were a year older and we found ourselves proudly prancing up the stairs to the third grade room. Here, under the excellent guidance of Miss Andrus, we first learned about the cave men, and, because we tried to act like them, we got our first taste of the penalty of the deep, dark cloak room. We next crossed the hall into the fourth grade room of Miss Wheeler. Long division problems became our chief terror, and classes after school came into existence. It was in this year that the big romance between Ray Flannery and Selma Izor came into the spotlight. We all remember the various gifts Ray brought to his first love, also the note he wrote concern- ing his desire for marriage, but, regretfully, he stated that his mother thought he was a little too young! In our fifth year, we came under the supervision of Miss Robertson. Though our skulls were thick, as they are now, through her tireless eforts she succeeded in the great task of teaching us the use of simple fractions. One of the most memorable events of this year was the Valentine Party held at Miss Robertson's home on Blush Hill. We enjoyed a long hike, and an unforgettable afternoon, thanks to Miss Robertson and her mother. Whether or not our former teachers informed Mrs. Rudd of our treacherous ways will never be known. However, Mrs. Rudd was well prepared for us when we made our triumphal entrance into the sixth grade. The supreme penalty of the cloak room for misbehavior was once again enforced, and due to her forgetfulness, many a student suiered the consequences of an extra two-hour session, for she did not remember them until she went after her coat and found them asleep in the corner. A new member came into our class this year, namely, David Chittickg Mary Keefe immediately fell in love with that beautiful red hair and lost no time in writing him many cute little notes of her adoration. At last came the time when We proudly marched up the stairs into the