Western High School - Westward Ho Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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Th Class of '42

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OFFICE Ida II. Iilfwk, Thr-Ima Wx-ingrufI I LIBRARIAN uf Ina MacMuIIan DOCTOR AND NURSE PHYSICAL EDI ICATION Serllcrl: Marion Eaton. ,I. Elizabeth Anne A. Wnrtliingtzrii Curkins, Frances C. Caisley. Stand- Dr. Coral Gordon ing: Hazel V. Dennis, Head. DECEASED IVIISS IQMILIC S. RICIIXHARD MISS MARGARIYII T. ICNGLAR Sl-:PTm1BlcR 14. I94I JANUARY 5, 1942 4'She Iives in the 3IIi0l'IIOIlHIO and appreciative HShe was friendly, apprec'iatix'e, thoughtful, and memory of all who knew her. generous. She was unsparing in giving of herself and her time to the interests of the sm-hooI that she Ioved .... Her joy was her workf,

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THE RECORD Bcwilzlered And so we entered... LONG files stretched in an almost endless line from the bus to the huge red building before us. Breathless, ex- cited, fearful, we fell in and followed those whom the great door seemed to swallow. lnside we were directed to D the auditorium by gay and laughmg girls. How could iz 69 Q l f 0 1 qi 57 'Q F4 1 ,A 'fill ll anyone laugh at such a time? -f N - l'Since then we have learned i '-- that they were seniors.l In the auditorium, which seemed to us immense, we awaited our orders. Presently Miss Coughlin, a lady we have all grown to know, respect, and admire, addressed us. Soon she began calling long rolls, and from time to time a detachment would rise and follow the appointed teacher. Deep sighs of relief escaped our lips when we finally heard our names called. An endless line . . . Vl7e rose and cast furtive glances to see whether or not there were familiar faces in our company. The first days were confusing, but immensely exciting. lfach new door brought new adventureg new teachers, new subjects, new friends. How well we remember our very first assembly, when we were introduced to our year advise1's, Miss Burner and Miss Raitt! How vividly we remember those first tedious hours spent in the biology lab learning again how to printl How timid we were when we entered those scholarly Latin rooms, certain that we should be called upon to deliver an oration or write a much dreaded term paperl And what fears crept through our hearts as we tried to tell ourselves that the new typing teacher wouldnit expect a hundred words a minute without errors! However, as the weeks more on and the first pangs of pain subsided, we realized that we were not expected to be snpervvomen. School life began to fall into a definite pattern, days became more routine. We began to play our part in Western, even if it was only the traditional role of a bewildered sophomore. ln a few weeks we were confronted with a new and exciting responsibility. We were to elect the officers of our year. Sponsor sheets were being passed from every direction in the cafe, in the homeroom, and between classes. Girls were fran- tically preparing their speeches, the sponsor trying her best to put her candidate in the front ranks and the candidate trying to make a good impression. As the result of a tight election Doris Hamilton became president, Margaret Junghans, vice-presi-