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

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of good times and memorable ufirstsfi Ahead of us lay our last year, a year of responsibility and superiority. But we wasted very little time in reminiscing over the past or dreaming about the future. All of our energy was concentrated on the present, in breaking every record set by other junior classes. We got off to a Hying start with the election of our class olhcers. When it came to choosing oliicers we really knew how. We voted wisely and well, if we do say so ourselves. How could we miss with ofhcers like President, Jane Beallg Vice-President, Doris Hamilton, Secretary, Margaret ,iunghansg Treasurer, Gertrude Drafts, and Vice-Treasurer, Gloria Congleton? We couldn't and we didn't. as 5 is W . ,rbi if T h i m, 721: 1' 'f -i' in X. Z ,'l lm 4' 7. T52 . Q- , I 1' , 7:7 H- ix 'g 42 4 ' s i N gf fiil.-f-L-' I -f+. -5 , f' C-.. The Junior-Freshman Party helped break some records. The play, given by '42,s talented actresses to entertain the Freshies was unusual to say the least. L'The Travelersfi definitely a hair-raiser, was a weird, creepy drama that contained all the ele- ments necessary to scare the daylights out of the audience-strange muffled noises, mysterious dis- appearances, would-be Boris Karloffs, and gruesome servants with green faces. Through the year, we gnashed our teeth over physics, determined to master the subject or go down fighting. We struggled valiantly with the orations of the Right Honorable M. Tullius Cicero. We wrestled with Gregg. But in the midst of our hard work, our dilhculties in one subject or another, we took time out to weep for Sydney Carton, a character who tugged at the heartstrings of us all. The Christmas vacation provided a breathing spell, and after the holidays the Juniors again took up the Well-known theme-uThere's a Great Day Coming. Money poured in for our first yellow roses. Another hit was chosen, our energetic stars and directors toiled long hours after school, we Time out went around in a constant flurry of preparation. Weeks raced by, a monthgtwo months, and finally -Junior Day. Our play HThe Romancersfi a delightful romantic comedy that concerned the maneuverings of a couple of old gentlemen to bring about the marriage of their children, was a tremend- ous success. The costumes for the play were especially effectivegpowdered wigs for all the characters, a dainty, full-skirted pink satin gown for the heroine, blue brocade, lace frills, and a real sword for the hero. Still flushed with dramatic success, we proceeded from romantic comedy to light opera. We lent the talent of 742 to the school project in producing Victor Herbertis Babes In Toyland. 1942 was proud to have its members capture the roles of Contrary Mary, the heroine, little Red Riding Hood, Boy Blue, the Spider, and several and sundry soldiers, dolls, workmen, and peasants. The music, the dancing, the costumes, the scenery, and the proceeds made the operetta one of Westernjs four- star productions. Before the excitement of the operetta had died down, 742 was in a dither over the Junior Prom- whether a Conga line was to be or not to be, the kind of favors, the orchestra, the escort, and the place to go afterward. By the night of April 26th, however, all differences were ironed out, prom

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Spirits rose We were tops... SENIORS AT LAST! Nothing could hold us down, we were flying higher than a B-19. We were upper- classmen with all the privileges and honors apper- taining thereto. Freshies, sophomores, even the stately juniors looked up to us in respect. To our surprise and satisfaction, we found that our teachers also seemed to have realized that we were grown-up, for at times they treated us with a semblance of respect. Of course, there were times, times when we forgot our seat in study hall and got our co- efficient mixed up in gym, when they accused us of lacking freshie intelligence, but on the whole our age and wisdom was recognized and appreciated. That year members of '42 took over most of the executive positions of the clubs, the Student Council, and various committees. That year we were all resolved to make our long cherished dreams come true, dreams of a senior day, a senior play, a prom, a graduation. We Seniors were on top of the world all right. We came back to school in the fall still wearing 18 our broomstick skirts and huaraches, and still moving in the blissful aura of vacation time, but we soon realized that our hours of idleness were at an end. All too soon we were cognizant of the sacrifice and endurance which lay ahead. An avalanche of themes, translations, and transcriptions descended upon us. Even the once easy-going and relaxing gym periods were no more, for the gym department was all out for building us up for defense. ln class we stretched, we strained, we groaned, and for relaxation we 'fducked for the oysteri' and dug for the clamw and swung our rapid confusion that we were After school we were to walk, partnersl' in such literally laid out. sleep UTI, and chart our every exertion. Our Senior elections were in keeping with our strenuous life. Ballot after ballot had to be cast before we could choose the finest out of so many good candidates. Ultimately we came up with a set of oliicers that pleased the most exacting. When Senior Day arrived, we were proud to march down the aisle behind our chosen leaders: Margaret Junghans, our president, carrying the American Hag, Doris Hamilton, our vice-president, carrying the Maryland Hag, Phyllis Childs, our secretary, carrying the Baltimore flag, Pat Howe, president of the Student Council, carrying the School Hag, Gertrude Drafts, our treasurer, carry- ing the Senior banner, and ,lean Fretwell, assistant treasurer, carrying the 1942 banner. In her reminiscent remarks, our president took us back to the days when we were rookies and carried us along through our 'cthirteen weeksi' of intensive training until we achieved our stripes. We sat back with a good deal of complacency as our chief of staff and our commanding officers commended us upon our promotion and expressed confidence in our ability to take over. The solemnity of the f X eg N fr K A M W2 4 f X ,- -LAX:-g l, ,-. xc,f-X-