Westwood High School - Green Years Yearbook (Westwood, MA)

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iJ- xoLoaUE - ( ontinii£.d Our second Sadie Hawkin ' s Dance met with great success We all had fun and even made some money-— more or less. We were the first of every class to get our rings this year. Now this is a custom to which the newer classes adhere. We had a gala holiday to climax our success Thanks to Mrs. Fearing to her pool we had access. We swam, we ate, we played all through the afternoon And then in Fearing ' s lovely home we danced, hut all too soon We found it not too cool; So we raced across the darkened lawn and dove into the pool. Thus we concluded our second run on Westwood ' s learned stage The finest class to reach this height in our day and age. We graduated once again to understudy roles But now the directors really took us and dragged us o ' er the coals. You must hegin to settle down and prepare for college life. Now hetween the directors and the cast came real strife. We practically revolted — we made an awful stink; Mr. Stevens up and left us — hoiling in the pink. We presented him a great hig clock and j)leaded that he stay But I guess he found a hetter joh tliat couldn ' t wait ' till May. Chicky made some gunpowder and ground it all around; Before he knew, up it hlew, and we found Chick on the ground. The Junior-Senior Prom was next. We really went to work. Our theme was Underneath the Sea where fish and mermaids lurk. Oh, it was a great success! We all came home so late! For weeks the fellas all were hroke; no gas, no car, no date. Tiie hardships never fazed us, tho ' we went our merry way ' Till the party planned at Green Hari)or — oh, what a painful day! That durned old sun just hid all day hehind a flimsy cloud. Little did we suspect that we ' d he a sun])urned crowd! We couldn ' t walk, we couldn ' t sit, we couldn ' t even sleep . . . We were the sickest, sorriest hunch; that memory we ' ll keep! So now we ' re lofty Seniors, the stars, as it is said; Our last production you will find within |)ages still ahead. But any ])ook or play must end, ] ut never do the cast; We ' ll climh the ladders of success and he excellors of the past. The End

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PxoL OQUE J In V»tw()0(l Ilifili S li ) )l lies the s eene : tiic cast, tlie Class of ' 50 Uireetors are the I ' aeulty whuin we must admit were nifty! To unilerstand the plot ahead, look hark upon this story From w hence we were welcome ! upon the set, still fragrantly sorry That we ha«l ever heard of it. I ' . J.V Kvol i)erfunie: and ever proud hecause for us the very first of all A Junior Hijjh Commencement was allowed in tiie lli ;h School Hall. The Influence that fcllo actors can have on one another Is illustrated hy IJill and l{os when tlic came with Ross ' s mother. They hoth were shy and most respectful to all of their directors I ntil the) conformeil to our wa) of life — we the correctors. Now they were as had as we when it came to skipping classes . . . We the players ever left, with any excuse, in masses. Mr. Stevens, Jr.. came to relieve his wearied father The poor man could take no more — we had him in a lather. Miss Elliott and Miss Keenan, who were the cast advisors Had trials and trii)ulations with the companies contrivers. A Sadie Hawkin ' s Dance we held — -hoy, it was a honey! Everyone had lots of fun. hut we lost heaps of money. Vallender Did It hecame the cry where ' er there was confusion; The directors didn ' t appreciate this frequent intrusion. Thus we left our freshman year, prei)aring to he so{)homores. Now we would have speaking parts, though they would be minors. Once fall rehearsals had begun, we coined ourselves this slogan: We must be different, we decided, and this was never broken. We tried to impeach our {)resident, the honorable Kenny Brewster, But the Supreme Court would not agree so we resigned ourselves to booster. Shirley wowed the school and more with Walter and the Altar ; Lanni ' s Siamese ballet made all the fellows falter. Bubbles Coyne acquired her name from an oral talk on soap, Chick ' s lively music received everybody ' s vote. Some of us were studying French under Mr. Baldassarre But his threats and actions were more than we could carry. He finally bad to leave, poor man, his wits bad started failing. With M iss Folev, who replaced him, we had fairh smooth sailing. Charlie Guise, our nature boy, moved way out to New Jersey; Normie Johnson, to celebrate, parsed around some Hershey. Frannie Booth came back from Europe; he ' d traveled all around. To touch him was impossible: bis feet were off the ground.

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J i It ' x Barb P • •. jiy • f r f! Unn. Chic J 5 Parker Paul ToanC. Mart JoanV ( b Phils. Connie. R M hVood ' ; Cliff