Weymouth High School - Campus / Reflector Yearbook (Weymouth, MA)

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Class History JVIr. Stein leaned back in his swivel chair, put his Eeet on the desk Before him, and drew out his fifty-cent cigars. As usual, he felt like relaxing today. His secretary. Priscilla Hilliard, rang. He reached out to press the button. A Mr. Gould to see you, sir, she said. Ah, the new vice-president! Send him right in. Mr. Stein hastily removed his feel from the desk. The door opened slowly and a gleam of recognition entered the president ' s eye as a figure entered the room. He jumped from his chair with the energy he seldom showed and greeted the man with a hearty handshake. Why, Gouldo! he exclaimed. I don ' t think I ' ve seen you since those good old clays at Weymouth High School. A blank look appeared on Mr. Gould ' s face. He look from his pocket a glasses ' case and adjusted the spectacles carefully on his nose. His face lit up instantly. Dick Stein, you old son of a gun! How are you? Where have you been? What have you been doing? Just a minute, replied Mr. Stein. Sit down. Have a cigar? Mr. Gould accepted the invitation. He then said: In our freshman year, we learned a lot, didn ' t we? With the blow of December seventh, and the succeeding false alarm air raid of the tenth, we grew up before our time; but it didn ' t rob us of a lot of our fun. Remember when we had that magician show us a few tricks down at the hall? Yes, I remember, replied Mr. Stein. I also remember when we had those T-B tests. Most of the kids were kind of shaky, but everyone was proud to show his wound. We had our pictures taken, too, for the office, starting our record at Weymouth High — and a remarkable record it was. Yes, even in our freshman year, we were undefeated in football. They changed the ranking system that year, too. Even though the teaching staff, both in the High School and the Trade School, was changed by the war, we managed some more ac- tivities such as the good musical revue, and the senior play, Ever since Eve. Yes, but Dick, remember our sophomore year? We had quite a lot of fun then, too. As soon as the opening of school, the interest of all W. H. S. students turned to the football season. Although the schedule was a hard one, the boys lost only once— to Quincy. Among the staunch Maroon raiders were sophomores, Joe Coveney, Bill McGurdy, Norman Whittle, and you. Don ' t forget yourself, interrupted Dick. George went hurriedly on. There was a lot of co-ordination in the basketball team that year, too. Remem- ber Cueball Coffey, Al Sheehy and Mike Gorman? They did a swell job. Yes, but the track team really went to town, interrupted Dick. Under the coach- ing of Mr. Page, the boys took first place in the annual Inter-Scholastic Meet. The winter team even went to New York to compete in the Nationals, where one senior, c V, PAGE FIFTEEN

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Tom Smith, look third place in a dash event. There were a lot of sophomores on that squad. We all enjoyed the Senior Play, Growing Pains, the Senior Prom, and the Senior Reception. Remember the Herald-Traveler Spelling Bee? said George. Sherrad Fleming took to]) honors in that. Both men settled themselves more comfortably in their chairs. Each man had his own thoughts, his own memories of his high sc hool days. Dick thoughtfully took his cigar from his mouth. Say, speaking of the coach, do you remember that skit the football players put on of Harry Atkinson ' s life? I never laughed so much in my life. I can see Gus Peter- son now, dressed as a nurse. We did have a lot of fun at the rallies that year. They really made the Agony Quartet, Bill Burdon, Al Bonga one, Bob Casey, and Don Sylvia, famous. They had the whole school almost rolling in the aisles. Winding up the football season with the Athletic Dance and the Bancpiet was swell, too. I remember the coach there in Uniform. We all hated to see him go. Don ' t forget the track team. They won second place in winter track at the state meet that year. Mr. Page always did have outstanding teams. We had a good baseball and basketball team also, with the boys in our class tak- ing the lead. Sports were not the only activities our class was taking over. Sherrard Fleming, Prise ilia Hilliard, Carol Curtis, and Barbara Hearn were elected to Student Council that Year; and our class officers were [ohnny Murray, Priscilla Hilliard, and Helen Cowett. Don ' t forget that they elected you vice-president, George said, smiling. We had a swell Junior Party that year. I remember that there were a lot of specialty numbers: Polly Barnes reading, Janet Tooze dancing, Eddie Dalto with the electric guitar, and lots more. Everyone had fun. We didn ' t forget the war, though, even in our fun. That was the year the Wey- mouth Highlights was started. The former students that went to W. H. S., who were in the service, really enjoyed hearing news about their old Alma Mater. We even purchased a jeep with the fine job we did on the bond drive. The one thing that was really a feat was the time when they made two rooms out of 214-A and 214-B, and put an airplan e there for the aviation classes. I remember that the class of ' 43 wrote in their class will, epiote, To rooms 214-A and 214-B, we will a few sharp axes to make one ' big happy family. ' Their will must have been taken seriously. Yes, it was a great year. We all enjoyed the Senior Play, Woman of Fifteen, which was very good. We ended the year well, too, with the Provincetown trip for our Junior outing. We started out with a new football coach in our fourth year. Coach Sweeney did a good job. Don Cote, Eddie Dalto, Joe Coveney, Jabber Slattery, George Labadie, Bill McCurdy, Johnny Butler, Norman Whittle, Johnny Murray, and you and I c v, PAGE SEVENTEEN