Westfield High School - Gammadian Yearbook (Westfield, MA)

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FOREWCJRD Within these pages we have endeavored to review for you some of the highlights of our Sentimental Journey through the halls of Westfield High. Now, as we look back, we realize how highly forma- tive were these years in which we traveled along with you. These were the years when we began to emerge from our sheltered chrysalis and were exposed to new ideas and iniiuences. Broad avenues of knowledge were opened to us and wise counsel was afforded us. For all this we are deeply grateful. What can we say to you who follow in our footsteps? We cannot pass on our personal experiences, since you have boarded this train on schedules different from ours. However, you will have your mem- ories to record at a later date, and they will be equally rewarding. We can only urge that you open your minds and hearts to the oppor- tunities all about you. Thus by setting your goals high and striving to reach those goals, you, too, will enioy a iourney as profitable and sentimental as ours. IRENE GIETEK, Editor-in-Chief 3

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To you, our Pop Bowler, we, the Class of 1950, dedicate our Gammadion. As we look back through the four years you have worked with us, we gain greater perspective to understand your fine qualities both as a teacher of Latin and as a friend. Beneath your keen sense of humor you succeeded in making us fully realize the ideals of good citizenship. These lessons we shall always treasure, and when we leave dear Westfield High, we shall depart with the feeling that life is wonderful, because Our Pop says so. The Class of 1950 sincerely wishes that your future years may be filled with the happiness and enioyment so richly deserved by one who has so faithfully and efficiently served so many alumni of West- field High School. We will never forget you. CLASS OF 1950 DEDICATED TO WPCF BGW' ER 2

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HIGHLIGHTS OF OUR JOURNEY It's been a wonderful trip, hasn't it? I said, turning to my traveling companion. I wouldn't know, she answered. I iust boarded this train at the last stop. Oh, you must be heading for track 53. She nodded. WouId you like to hear about our Sentimental Journey? O.K., Here goes! September 1946! We were waiting in the station, eagerly scanning our timetables when we heard, 'Westfield High, Unlimited leaving on tracks forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine, and fif-tee! All aboard, all abo-oard! Don't crowd, plenty of room for Everee-bod-ee!' We were welcomed on board by Engineer Abernethy. It was rather hectic at first, for none of us had been on this train before. We made our share of blunders, too-going through the wrong doors, looking for dinner in the baggage car, and more of the same. In appreciation of these errors we heard ieering cries of 'Fro-osh-munl' To these provoking utterances we bravely responded, 'We'd rather be fresh than stalel' Despite these foolish things, we had some good times, too-such as our Freshman-Sophomore Party held in our special Gala-Occasional Party-and-Banquet Car CWhoopee-Car, for shortl. Things were rolling along quite smoothly by the time September 1947 came around the track with a new engineer, Mr. Haskins. We again enioyed our class social, and even felt generous enough to let the little Freshies come. By now, our class had several boys taking active part in Sports fplayed in the Club Car, of course! and we helped win the title of Western Mass. Football Champs! ' Having had enough of being 'Wise Fools,' we settled down to the serious business of maintaining dignity as Upper Classmen. Yes, you guessed it-the time is 1948, and we have boarded the 'Unlimited,' as Juniors. Oh, happy day! We were certainly some- thing with our class rings. And to add to our list of achievements, we even won the Peanut Bowl Trophy fwell, the Seniors helped a Iittlej when the train decided to take a detour through Columbus, Georgia. But the most wonderful event was the Junior- Senior Prom. For this occasion the G-O-P and B-Car all but shone, too bad it had to end! Our destination was coming closer, for September 1949 had arrived. We mighty Seniors smiled tolerantly at the young ones, as we climbed on board for the last time. The year was high-lighted by another Peanut Bowl Victory, the Prom, and Senior Banquet. It would be hard, we decided, to leave without any sign of regret, for the years had been so wonderful. The train could not have gone a fraction so smoothly, if it had not been for Engineer Haskins, who kept us on the right track, and our teachers, who proved to be excellent conductors. Yes, said my little friend. l can see why you hate to leave. I do, but I hope when you come to the end of the line, that you, too, will be able to look back on a marvelous Sentimental Journey! NATALIE DICKINSON 4