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

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Then, once again, more climbers joined our ever-increasing group. They were Winifred del Greco, Sandra Shaw, Ann Gates, Rita Gilchrist, Mildred Hanlon, John Pernokas, and Peter Hennessy. Toward the end of this trail, we gave the beautiful Sjjring-time Swing, with music by our own Gerry Colbmn and his Firehouse Five-Minus-One. The music was heavenly and ushered Spring with all her loveliness into our hearts. At the same time, she brought with her a touch of sadness; for we now realized we had passed the halfway point in our ascent toward the sunmrit. In September, 1953, we ventured into our jimior year, the last half of our journey up the trail. Our leaders were the same as in previous years: Artie Mace, ])resident; Dave Lowry, vice president; Carol Richenburg, secretary; and Gerry Colburn, treasurer. Our guides up the trail that year were Mrs. Smith, Mr. Clohesy and Mr. Davis. Our most important task as juniors was the production of the most wonderful dance of our high-school years, the Jvmior-Senior Prom. After much lengthy dis- cussion we chose Paris as our theme and named the dance An Evening in Paris. We chose Gerry ColI)urn as our prom-committee chairman, and we began planning elaborately for decorations. Everyone of us will remember our Tour Eiffel and the problems it presented. Although we liegan to feel it would never be com-- pleted on time, everyone agreed it was most beautifid and spectacidar. Our football dance was another success and who could forget oin- minstrel show — the eggs and all! In June of that year we decided to venture to Old Silver Beach in Falmouth. In spite of the inclement weather we all had an enjoyable time. All in all, our junior climb was a most happy and pleasant one. On September 8, 195-1, we started climbing the last trail with Artie, Dave. Carol, and Gerry. At last we had reached the senior trail; however, we didn ' t fully realize it until our advisors, Mrs. Healy and Mr. Marshall, started to discuss class pictures, yearbooks, and such things pertaining to oixr last journey upward. The evenings of October 17 and 18 were chosen as Sponsor Nights, and we canvassed both Islington and Westwood collecting money for otir yearbook. The results were most gratifying, and we thank everyone who contributed, thus making our beautifid yearbook possible. Our class was well represented in the Wolverines, and we were all tre- mendously excited when we won the Thanksgiving game with Medfield, who, until that time, had been imdefeated. For years to come we shall remember our victory parade with the sirens of the fire engines announcing our victory along the route home. During the remainder of our final year at Westwood High, we were occupied with assemblies, the senior play, The Happiest Days of Your Life, and as a climax to a terrific year, the memorable prom which the juniors presented. We were then confronted with so many things pertaining to our graduation that we were forced to realize that at last we were nearing the end of our trail. Now we have reached the end of our journey with triumph and a sense of accomplishment. We extend a humble thanks to our teachers, advisors, classmates, and everyone who has helped to make our four-year climb a successful one. Once again we must start at the bottom of another mountain trail. From here the Class of 1955 shall take various paths, each climbing to meet his own personal goal on the trail of life in the future. Valerie Miller, Barbara Wilkie.

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C la55 J4i5i Our fieshni;in vcar, the fust ol oui loin, loiii; trails aloiij the side of our secoiul mountain, was one ol uoiuler— wonder at the activities ol high school, and woiuler at the so ereignt ol the senior tiail whidi to us then seemed so lar away. Alter oin first shaky steps, the way became easiei as we became ac{|iiainted with oiM teachers and other friends, . rthin .Mace, Tony French, ( ynihia Mac- Mahon, and Gerry Colburn were our leaders, heljjini ' to dear the trail ahead of us. Soon alter, we learned that two of oin j uides, C viuhia and Tonv, had to leave oiu grou|) lor a new trail on anothei mountain. Before they left, however, we decided to entertain omselves and, at the same time, give thanks to the .Mmighty for our good lortinie so far. A little plav was presented called A Modern I hanksgiving. I hose ahead ol us on the second, third, and fourth trails, paused in theii (limbing to share our presentation. Soon after Thanksgiving, (iarol Richenl)iug and l)a id l.owry stepped toward the front of our group to take the places of those who had left. Always we shall remember (iviuhia and Tony for the grand friends they were and how deeply we regretted their having to leave us so earlv on our upward climi). Halfwav u|), we held a woncierlul dance for evervone which was under the ca])al)!e cliiection ol davle Ness, Norman Ricker, and Roger Langley. Ihen ama inglv enough, . rtie Mace, Dave Lcjwry, and [ackic Tiipp all un- derwent surgery at practically the same time. W e were deliglued when they joined our group again, .uul we started up the last half ol our ireshmaii trail. In Match, we presented a Truth or ( onsecpience Show with all the fixings. It was in March, also, that we learned that our c lass had the privilege of choosing the sc hool ring. This meant that novv we woidd have a ring distinctly our own and that they w(;uld be considerably less ex])ensive lor us and the c lasses to follow. Classes to follow . . . and there was one already, lor l)elore we knew it, we had started up the second trail. This cjne was a little narrower and rockier than the first, but we were by this time used to climbing and did it much more easily. Doiothv I ' ortmaii was fast becoming a sensation with her cjrgan, for soon the talented Dotty v as plaving at the Hotel Beaconsfield! Nicholas N ' orris, who has since left us, had a miserable time with that strained ankle of his; but he managed beautifully to get up and down the stairs c n tliose criuches! Honor again was brought to the sophomore class, for now Jean Kreitas won a beautifid clock radio in a nation-wide photcjgraphy contest. Soon we were measured for cjur class rings, and we received them before Christmas. Then oiu falndous Hobo Hop came along, with the oldest clothes in West- wood attending! That was election vear also; and candidates were. on cnu minds, especially when Peter Hennessy announced that the Prench Vous-estes (pronounced that ■way too) was Estes Kefauver ' s long lost uncle. So, despite the rocky way, humor found its way into our midst and urged us ever upward. We struggled on in silence except for a chuckle or laugh here and there. Then things started ic; get noisier again when . ndy Panda hit us with a bang. Accompanving . ndy were some gorgeous gals o Cuba; and, between the two of them, thev provided a cheerful assembly.

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