Westwood High School - Cardinal Yearbook (Westwood, NJ)

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THE YEAR 1945 ,HE long awaited time has come. Mighty seniors at last! September 1944 brought these thoughts to the minds of some 120 fel- lows and girls of the Class of '45. lt was hard to remember .that these active students who now formed a majority of practically all organizations in the school were once freshman who were so thrilled that their Freshman Dance had been a success. These same students the following year were rather disappointed when, due to money difficulties, the Sophomore Hop had to be called off. Determined that this would not happen again, as Juniors it was de- cided that every member pay class dues of one dollar to the treasury. lt was this decision that made the Junior Prom the swell affair i-t turned out to be. Everyone willremember the fun, that was had while using sheets from the neighboring households for curtains, the gym was turned into a ball room under the guidance of Mrs. Cooke. The senior year just seemed to fly. Another dollar for dues-was paid by all to assure a good class night. For the first time in the history of West- wood High a Senior Dance was given. In order to save money for a bang-up dance on class nig'ht records were used instead of hiring an orchestra. Now, with the exception of the fellows who left to join the armed serv- ices, the final goal of -high school days is coming into view. For the first time the seniors are beginning to feel sorry .that graduation is approaching too quickly. The gaps left by this class in the athletic teams, the cheerleading squad, musical groups, and in all the other organizations will be very great but they will in no way be able to compare to the change in the lives of these students. Mrs. Cooke's bunnies, Miss Jones' sarcastic sense of humor, King Karl Slay- bough's Kave, and Mr. Eisenhouer's study halls will forever be associated with the memories of our High School days. Yes, the Class of 1945 will go out into a world which is rapidly be- coming a better place in which to live and it is their wish that future classes will graduate into a world of peace. 32

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The Seniors. Remember THE seniors have spoken many times of the absent members of their class who would have gradua-ted with them in June were it not for the war. These classmates are now at various foreign stations. The winter in western Europe has been severe, requiring as much effort to overcome as the enemy. The South Pacific is the other weather extreme, steaming iungles with .their constant threat of fever and disease, ripping Coral reefs sharp as razors, poor drinking water, and a more fanatical adversary. A number of those who will graduate in June will be called upon to face some of these hardships. May 1945 be the year of final victory and a speedy return home. Summer-1944 4 The summer evening lies before my eyes Stretched out and cool with greeness, while the sun Fades down behind the far off hills. Above me, stained and mottled is the sky With colors. ln the darkening corners of my land The flowers dim and make their presence known. Not bright with brazen colors of the day But delicate their fragrance here is fanned By evening wind. How sweet it is this summer, and how fleet. Now that our world is threatened by the blast of heavy guns And by the thump of heavy booted feet. BETTY ANNE PASSMORE Mitchell Field, August 1944 Gone to the Colors The kid has gone to the colors And we don't know what to say, The kid we have loved and cuddled Stepped out for -the Flag today. We thought him a child, a 'baby With never a care at all, But his country called him man-size, And the kid has heard the call. He paused to watch the recruiting, Where, fired by the fife and drum. He bowed his head to Old Glory And -thought that it whispered: comel The kid, not being a slacker, Stood forth with patriot joy To add his name to the roster- And God, we're proud of the boy! The Kid has gone to the Colors, lt seems but a little while Since he drilled a school boy army ln a truly martial style. Bu-t now he's a man, a soldier, And we lend his listening ear, For his heart is a heart all loyal, Unscourged by the curse of fear. His dad, when he told him, shuddered, His mother-God bless her!-cried, Yet, blest with a mother nature, She wept with a mother pride. But he whose old shoulders straightened Was granddad-for memory ran To years when he, too a youngster, Was changed by the Flag to a man! -MAJ. WILSON, '19, lHow apropos this poem, printed in the 1919 Cardinal, is today.l

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